“I’m livin’ the corporate fuckin’ dream.” was his response, spoken with deliberate deadpan clarity. I still think of the possibilities of corporate life and the steady paycheck (and so do many others). It is good to be reminded that the dream may not be all bunnies and unicorns.

When I had the bottle’s lifetime pointed out to me I realized how many people have taken a drink from that particular bottle (via a glass mind you), I had more than a touch of melancholy. A lot of good people (certainly as far as I am concerned) have bent an elbow holding a glass of that whiskey (including my father who reached for it rather than a more common Canadian variety beside it when he desired a base for his drink with ginger ale). Some of the melancholy likely came from the funeral scene in Waking Ned Devine which was playing as I finished my glass.

So, in keeping with he end of the movie and the history and heritage of the bottle, I toast the friends that shared it with me and the fond memories of those times, Sláinte.