The Goldschlager Experiment: Day 1

So Nick just had his last drink of Jack with a spash of Coke on the rocks and decided to dip into the mysterious bottle of Goldschlager that appeared in my freezer while I was out of town one weekend. In a word, ew.

Here's the before. Two glasses of ice ready to be drenched in Gold.

Here's the mixer of choice: Diet Coke. Yeah, it was that or Skim Milk.

Ben: "This kinda tastes like Christmas."
Nick: "Yeah, I feel like I'm fucking a pine tree right now."
Nice, boys, nice.

Mimi, Susan and I are sitting here trying to ignore them and doing a lot of eye rolling. Well, Mimi keeps sniffing the drinks and then turning and running the other way in fear. Smart dog.