I'm Scott and I'm a New Yorker now living in Seattle and Bill is my oldest friend who just finished serving an almost 7 year prison sentence for selling meth.
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Flying into Seattle tomorrow… Can I swing by for a taste test? Congrats on this latest accomplishment. I wish the club was opening a week earlier than it is.
Scott, it’s a good thing that you have the task of drilling all your new troops this week, else we might see you disappear in a fog of tasting all of those “for quality control”
Let me know when it is distributed in southern WA, and I will jot across the Columbia and get me some.
scott, i just want to comment and commend you on the audaciousness of how you’ve approached this new venture. most people will never open a business of their own but here you are opening not one, but two at the same time. you’re launching what must be a multimillion dollar nightclub at the very same time you’re rolling out a product launch of an entire line of flavored vodkas.
as Napoleon once said, “l’audace, l’audace, toujours l’audace.”
Hmmm. Hickory Bacon Bloody Mary sounds good right about now. I just juiced 15 lbs of homegrown Paul Robeson tomatoes and their smoky-sweet flavor profile would be perfect.
I want I want I want.Damnit, I’m part of the ME Generation! I want like I’m professionally entitled to exciting vodka.
I know this comment is a bit late, but I’ve been working on the Paralympics and have been catching up on sanity. You offer a lot of sanity,Scott lad, and on evenings like this, I am eternally grateful that you refuse to accept unthinking as the readership of your blog.
But while I’m on the Paralympics, can you exercise your god-like powers and tell NBC to fucking cover the damn things? The US has some superb athletes competing and they’re getting fuck all in terms of public approbation. Dunno what the percentages are, but a substantial number of the American team come from the armed forces who’ve been horribly maimed in service of their country and are now representing the USA at the highest level they are capable off, but they get no love from their own country.
In London we’ve sold about two and a half million tickets to the Paralympics – please note SOLD, not given away – because the Paralympics are just as exciting and enthralling as the Olympics to the UK, European and actually quite a few other nations. But in the US, the massive success of US Paralympians seems to be a guilty secret.
Also, to be intensely shallow, many Paralympians are incredibly hot. They might have lost a lower leg or have a withered arm or be blind, but that has in no way prevented them from having bodies that’d make the US, UK and – especially – the French gymnastic Olympic teams as jealous as all fuck.
I trust you, Mr Smith, to rectify this failing in your national psyche. And if you can’t,send me a crate of your vodka as penance.
I’m now going to do a smiley face emoticon because I’ve finished half a bottle of wine since starting and finishing this comment and, frankly, I don’t give a sentimental fuck. Also, I’d probably lick your ear as I hugged you.
If you have a blueberry vodka and a sunny patio, I highly recommend a Blueberry Vodka Lemonade. Lemons and blueberries go together really well. Really well.
August 28th, 2012 at 5:14 pm
Flying into Seattle tomorrow… Can I swing by for a taste test? Congrats on this latest accomplishment. I wish the club was opening a week earlier than it is.
August 28th, 2012 at 5:43 pm
May I have one ounce of each poured into one very tall glass over crushed ice and two long straws, one for me and one for you Scott. Good Luck.
August 28th, 2012 at 7:29 pm
Yyyyeeeeaaaaaa! The bottles look awesome, can’t wait to sample them on a visit!
August 28th, 2012 at 9:33 pm
Scott, it’s a good thing that you have the task of drilling all your new troops this week, else we might see you disappear in a fog of tasting all of those “for quality control”
Let me know when it is distributed in southern WA, and I will jot across the Columbia and get me some.
August 28th, 2012 at 9:36 pm
Can’t be arsed to read them all; I hope one of those bottles says “Bacon”.
August 28th, 2012 at 10:14 pm
… I know these flavors… where have I seen these before? Oh, wait… at YOUR place. I think I may have made the prototypes…
August 29th, 2012 at 5:57 am
It says “Hickory Bacon” Obadiah.
August 29th, 2012 at 6:00 am
scott, i just want to comment and commend you on the audaciousness of how you’ve approached this new venture. most people will never open a business of their own but here you are opening not one, but two at the same time. you’re launching what must be a multimillion dollar nightclub at the very same time you’re rolling out a product launch of an entire line of flavored vodkas.
as Napoleon once said, “l’audace, l’audace, toujours l’audace.”
August 29th, 2012 at 6:22 am
Hmmm. Hickory Bacon Bloody Mary sounds good right about now. I just juiced 15 lbs of homegrown Paul Robeson tomatoes and their smoky-sweet flavor profile would be perfect.
August 29th, 2012 at 12:29 pm
Best Wishes, you Job Creator!
August 31st, 2012 at 1:14 pm
I want I want I want.Damnit, I’m part of the ME Generation! I want like I’m professionally entitled to exciting vodka.
I know this comment is a bit late, but I’ve been working on the Paralympics and have been catching up on sanity. You offer a lot of sanity,Scott lad, and on evenings like this, I am eternally grateful that you refuse to accept unthinking as the readership of your blog.
But while I’m on the Paralympics, can you exercise your god-like powers and tell NBC to fucking cover the damn things? The US has some superb athletes competing and they’re getting fuck all in terms of public approbation. Dunno what the percentages are, but a substantial number of the American team come from the armed forces who’ve been horribly maimed in service of their country and are now representing the USA at the highest level they are capable off, but they get no love from their own country.
In London we’ve sold about two and a half million tickets to the Paralympics – please note SOLD, not given away – because the Paralympics are just as exciting and enthralling as the Olympics to the UK, European and actually quite a few other nations. But in the US, the massive success of US Paralympians seems to be a guilty secret.
Also, to be intensely shallow, many Paralympians are incredibly hot. They might have lost a lower leg or have a withered arm or be blind, but that has in no way prevented them from having bodies that’d make the US, UK and – especially – the French gymnastic Olympic teams as jealous as all fuck.
I trust you, Mr Smith, to rectify this failing in your national psyche. And if you can’t,send me a crate of your vodka as penance.
I’m now going to do a smiley face emoticon because I’ve finished half a bottle of wine since starting and finishing this comment and, frankly, I don’t give a sentimental fuck. Also, I’d probably lick your ear as I hugged you.
August 31st, 2012 at 1:16 pm
August 31st, 2012 at 7:14 pm
If you have a blueberry vodka and a sunny patio, I highly recommend a Blueberry Vodka Lemonade. Lemons and blueberries go together really well. Really well.