“Pink” - Cherry Heaven

On Gopher’s advice, about a week ago, I bought a bottle of Cherry Sourz to try and man it is sickly, sour, very sour and absolutely flipping yummy! I took the bottle around to a friends house, whereupon once he and his missus had a sup or two refused to allow the bottle back out of their house. So out of my first bottle of Cherry Sourz, I managed to get about 10% of it supped. No problem, I’ll swing by the store in the morning pick up another bottle, ….oops the store is sold out. Oops again the store remains sold out all week!

Yesterday whilst shopping I checked the booze aisle and whoopy-de-doo they had some in stock! I grabbed two bottles this time as a security measure, just in case. Whilst in the store my cell phone rings, chat to a friend for a few minutes who on discovering I am in the ‘big’ store, asks me to pick him up a hot roasted chicken and drop it off to him on my way home. Sure no problem.

Call in to him, drop off his chicken (the odours of which, pooling around my car, have left my shirt front, wet with dribbles) and proudly show him my catch of two bottles of Cherry Sourz.

“What’s Cherry Sourz then eh?” he asks raising an inquisitive eyebrow, at this point I realise my hasty mistake. “It’s erm a kind of red cider, you wouldn’t like it”, mumbled as I try to put the bottle back in the bag of shopping. “Cider? Made from cherries? Get outta here” he mutters as he reaches over to grab the bottle. “Dude I gotta try this, heck Cider from cherries wow!”, grinning he makes off for the kitchen to get a knife to peel the foil off the top.

“Bring me a glass” I holler after his fast disappearing back. Well at least I am gonna have a sup of it before the inevitable happens, again. I sat down at his table resigned to losing a second bottle of Cherry Sourz. Sure enough we sit there hit a few glasses and I notice his arm has slid rather defensively around the bottle sitting on the table.

“Well I am driving I better not drink any more” I say as I stand up from the table. There is an awkward silence as I look down at the protective arm now almost cradling MY bottle of Cherry Sourz;

…it’s…it’s….. like when John Wayne stands up at the saloon poker table, no one saying anything but both the Duke and the guy in the black hat, both know each others thoughts and the first one to speak loses, it is an action moment, then the Duke flashes out his gun and pops Mr Black Hat right through the trigger finger, reaches down takes his money off the table then about turns and swaggers out of the saloon only like the Duke can.

Right, so there I am hesitating, looking at my friend sat staring back at me, I reach for my Colt 45 to pop him through that ‘cradling’ arm and my hand closes on my store shopping bag. The silence is broken by the rustle of the bag, my friend blinks and grins, “I see you got another bottle in the bag there, I’ll buy yah another bottle mate” he says as he pours himself another large shot and keeps his hand on the bottle. “Yeah sure” I mumble as I about turn and swagger out of the room with a shopping bag in each hand, only like the Blagger can.

Not so bad, I do have an unopened bottle in my bag still. On the drive home I remember I have to pick up a couple of computers from another friend who wants me to rebuild them for him. I pop in for quick cup of tea leaving my shopping in the car this time.

After the niceties of tea and a biscuit or two, my friend and I start to carry out the computers to my car to load them in the trunk. I am just about to slam the trunk shut, when……… “ooh what’s that? That’s an unusual colour” he exclaims, as he tugs out my other bottle of Cherry Sourz….

My life flashes before my eyes.

To cut a long story a little shorter you can pretty much repeat the above scenario as the first bottle, except this time I was really outnumbered as his wife and her friend also ganged up on me. I drove away from their house leaving them all chuckling and supping (my) Cherry Sourz…

Unbelievable! Out of three bottles purchased I have now managed maybe 2 or 3 shots out of each one! I head back for the store and incredibly take another cell phone call from the friend who stole my first bottle the weekend before. Whilst explaining to him what had just happened and that I was having to go back to purchase another bottle, the cheeky beggar asked me to pick him up a bottle up as well!

I eventually got home at 9pm and with a determined scowl sat down to drink my own bottle of Cherry Sourz and not share it with anyone. And I did. Along with several cans of beer in between. In my zeal to actually get more than a couple of snifters out of a bottle (at this point I have purchased 5 bottles so far) I well.. erm.. got a wee bit drunk…

Which brings me right back to the poker league chat room and hopefully helps you the reader understand what I did next.

I pressed the register button for the league Omaha HL PL game.

I know, I know, I know… What can I say? … Blame the Cherry flavour?

Man I was so embarrassed when SVCMGR walked in the chat room and saw me playing a league game, especially after our exchange on the comments page, on yesterday’s blog post. Well not embarrassed as such, but kinda awkward, the alcohol buzzing round my system sorta stopped any fully on embarrassment.

To be honest I wasn’t that concerned about winning the game or anything like that, I just wanted the chance to take out a certain maniac or two that had chased me out of the previous league tournaments, with what is now officially known as “Stupid Luck”. (read the comments on yesterdays blog to get the run down on “stupid luck”)

And it happened, they got knocked out, and my cherry coloured grin was set on my face for the rest of the night.

Oh yeah, rather incredibly I won the tournament with some sound advice from PinkDog of course.. and some great cheerleading from Pinkydragon.. thanks..

Looks like Pink might be my new lucky colour…

So till the next time…

Bottoms up! *raises his cuppa tea*

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