Getting ready for an all-girl weekend retreat in the mountains, my friend texted me that she just had a third of a bottle of whiskey, so I texted her back about the "need for a lot of whiskey" up there.
But when we got to the yurt, I ended up not having any whiskey. There was plenty of wine to choose from, we were playing a lot of Mexican Train Dominoes so I had to keep my wits about me, and I was worried about the effects of alcohol with the elevation. Jack or Ennis, I'm not!