Ten Fingers, 6 Strings: Whisky On Ice; Women On Fire

July 14, 2005

Whisky On Ice; Women On Fire

Kyle said this about me last month:

Whiskey On Ice is an an old Hank Williams, Jr. tune. Bocephus is a character with whom TF6S would never associate himself, but they do share two things in common; they both enjoy their whiskey on ice and their women on fire.

Yep, that's pretty much it...in theory. Unfortunately, I've had more "whiskey on ice" versus "women on fire", but that's more of a personal problem. Actually, during the past year, I've experienced more of the "whiskey on fire" and "women on ice". But, I guess Hank was talking about what he enjoyed, not what he really got.

This should become a theme on this blog. Something tells me if I post about "whiskey on ice" and "women on fire" more often, I will increase my readership into double digits. I've been staring up at One Eyed Willie's Boogers and Other Bodily Excretions Blog for far too damn long now!

If you have some story about women or whiskey stories, please share in the comments below.

* Note to Kyle: I'm warning you, do NOT talk about my behavior at your wedding 2 years ago. I think my parents are still reading this site and they thought I was in church that weekend delivering a sermon titled "The Purity of the Genitals Equals the Purity of the Heart."

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Comments

Interesting how we come to conclusions on some of the most complex things in life...or could it be as simple as whiskey and women- the abundance or lack there of. Let me put a spin on this article...in the wonderful words of Carrie, from Sex and the City:
"When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun, then you grow up and learn to be cautious; you could break a bone, or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there is no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?"
Many times, we just have to learn to go with the flow and trust our instincts of our search for whiskey and women (u-hm or Long Island Iced Teas and men). Could the conclusion be that we have not grown up at all if the only thing moving us is the pursuit of physical pleasure? And if so, do we have to give up the pursuit of physical pleasure, just because we have grown up and become cautious?

I would rather think that it's all about balance and that the balance between the heart and the body has to be maintained. That is not to say that it is has going to be 50-50 all of the time. Actually, that would be boring and predictable. I say that it is more of a recipe that can be manipulated and improvised to get just the right taste for that particular day. Perhaps we also need to keep the dinner guest in mind when cooking.

Until we learn to do that then, to be these love/sex chefs, we might very well continue breaking legs or hearts- but at least the pain will tell us that we are still alive.

Posted by: Sweet Girl at July 14, 2005 02:19 PM

My computer battery ran out so please excuse the errors I did not fix...just wanted to add one more thing to the mini testament above to bring a close to Carrie's comment with her own words: "But we keep trying. Because you have to figure, if the world's fattest twins can find love, there's hope for all of us. Somewhere out there, there's another little freak that will love us, understand us, and kiss our three heads and make it all better."

And in the meantime, unlike the cast from that show, we have San Francisco. Not bad, not bad at all. San Francisco and the 10 Fingers 6 Strings gang will always have a warm place in Boca Raton to bronze, place whiskey on ice, and find women on fire again.

Posted by: Sweet Girl at July 14, 2005 03:03 PM