I should back up. I didn't plan on drinking alcohol yesterday/Thursday. I should blog post about it soon. Anyway, I went to Hooters because I wanted to use the March coupon before the chaos of them closing down on Sunday. The chaos has already begun, however. I just wanted a Coke, but they didn't have it. Guess there's no use to order more stuff if they're closing down in three days, but I thought they would still have Coke. (I'm going back before they close for good Sunday evening. Let's hope they still have running water.)
Anyway, I didn't want a Sprite to go with the wings and swirl cake I purchased, and I didn't want to just have water. So, with a bit of regret, I got an Angry Orchard, which they still have. And since I got one alcoholic drink to drink, I might as well have another one, and I decided on a Horse's Neck because the ginger ale in the fridge has been in there for a long while.
I rely on the International Bartenders Association formula for a Horse's Neck, which is 40 mL (they're international) of cognac and 120 mL of ginger ale in a Collins glass. That's a ratio of three parts ginger ale to one part cognac, right? That's important for the story.
So I pour out 40 mL from the ABK6 into a small measuring cup I use instead of a jigger because The Wirecutter recommends it. Then I pour the Boylan ginger ale to the maximum line, which on this measuring cup is 60 mL. I add it to the Collins. I pour to the max again. I add it to the Collins. Then I pour to the max a third time, because it's a 3:1 ratio, right? I assumed I had enough ginger ale, so I was shocked that I was short by 10 mL. I thought I should maybe use ginger beer to top it off, but fuck it, it's late in the day and I have work in the morning, I'll just have to deal with drinking a messed-up cocktail.
I don't have a huge Collins glass. It might not be a Collins glass. But some drinks require a long, rectangular-looking glass, and that's what I have. And for all the cocktails I can make that require them to be stirred, they all fit into this glass. But this one was different. Even though I was short of the 3:1 ginger ale-to-cognac ratio, the last pour of ginger ale brought the cocktail right to the rim. That's odd. I'm pretty sure past Horse's Necks I've made weren't that full.
And then I realized I fucked it up. I was fixated on the 3-to-1 ratio, but I completely forgot about dealing with the actual fucking numbers. Forty times three is 120. I just needed to pour the ginger ale out to the max twice, not three times, to get the formula right. But no, I poured out the cognac once (and not even up to the top at 60 mL, just two-thirds of the way at 40 mL), so I had to pour the ginger ale thrice. That's how my mind operated. It's probably how it operates. And I fucked it up.
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Later I played Zynga Poker. I continually make the mistake of misjudging what kind of a hand I have. I play speed-up, so I only have, like, ten seconds to fold, call or raise, and I still make a decision without completely understanding what I actually have. A few times I actually think I have a better hand than I do, but more often than not I think it's an OK hand when it's, like, an ace-high straight or a full house. I didn't see I had a full house on this one hand and I could have taken the other "players" in my table to the cleaners if I had accurately seen that.
Pairing my poker blindness with blowing the Horse's Neck, I don't know if me not paying attention is symptomatic of my old age. I have been not paying attention all my life, and yet I can't help but think that if I were younger, I would have gotten the formula right, and I would be much quicker at deducing what type of poker hand I've got.
If it's old age, I don't know what to do.
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