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I bought a big bottle of Chopin vodka the other day, and proceeded to put it in the freezer. Since today is my birthday and I'm on vacation, all alone in a big house, I decided to make myself a screwdriver this morning. The sun is shining, there's a big porch and I've got the last 100 pages of Red Storm Rising to finish (again); recipe for a good start to the day.
Then things took a turn for the worse. For those unfarmiliar with Chopin, it is an uber-premium Polish potato vodka, on par with (if not better then) Grey Goose. As is the custom with such premium spirits, Chopin has a cork, rather than a traditional twist-off cap. The top of the cork does have a cap on it, but only to aid in the rmoval of said cork.
But I digress; after removing the foil, I twisted the cap/cork to free the liquid inside. CRACK! Now that's not a sound one normally associates with a cork being removed form a bottle, and it took my brain a moment or two to devine what had occured. I should add that by this time the idea of a screw driver was sounding really good.
The damn plasitc cap that was attached to the cork broke off. I assume the freezer was so cold it caused the glue attaching the two to be come brittle, and upon application of force, shatter.
Well, shit. You can see where the two pieces broke apart:
By this time my hands were shaking slightly (from frustration or the DT's, I'm not sure), and my attempts to pull the cork out with my hands was a bust. I considered grabbing the cork with my teeth and getting it out that way, but I had a concern. As cold as the bottle was, the prospect of getting my lips/tongue stuck to the bottle like Flick from A Christmas Story was a real one.
The vision of me sitting in the emergency room with a giant bottle of vodka stuck to my face was not a pleasent one, not to mention the drive there. "Why, no obbicer, I habn't beed drikig."
Then inspiration struck; how does one remove a cork from a bottle...? I went over to the wine rack, grabbed a bottle opener and made short work of the offending cork:
Ah, at last:
The moral of this story should be rather self-evident, but I'll lay it out there anyway: Don't put bottles of good booze in meat lockers.
Well, I'm going to go finish my book now.
-----Matt-----
Then things took a turn for the worse. For those unfarmiliar with Chopin, it is an uber-premium Polish potato vodka, on par with (if not better then) Grey Goose. As is the custom with such premium spirits, Chopin has a cork, rather than a traditional twist-off cap. The top of the cork does have a cap on it, but only to aid in the rmoval of said cork.
But I digress; after removing the foil, I twisted the cap/cork to free the liquid inside. CRACK! Now that's not a sound one normally associates with a cork being removed form a bottle, and it took my brain a moment or two to devine what had occured. I should add that by this time the idea of a screw driver was sounding really good.
The damn plasitc cap that was attached to the cork broke off. I assume the freezer was so cold it caused the glue attaching the two to be come brittle, and upon application of force, shatter.
Well, shit. You can see where the two pieces broke apart:
By this time my hands were shaking slightly (from frustration or the DT's, I'm not sure), and my attempts to pull the cork out with my hands was a bust. I considered grabbing the cork with my teeth and getting it out that way, but I had a concern. As cold as the bottle was, the prospect of getting my lips/tongue stuck to the bottle like Flick from A Christmas Story was a real one.
The vision of me sitting in the emergency room with a giant bottle of vodka stuck to my face was not a pleasent one, not to mention the drive there. "Why, no obbicer, I habn't beed drikig."
Then inspiration struck; how does one remove a cork from a bottle...? I went over to the wine rack, grabbed a bottle opener and made short work of the offending cork:
Ah, at last:
The moral of this story should be rather self-evident, but I'll lay it out there anyway: Don't put bottles of good booze in meat lockers.
Well, I'm going to go finish my book now.
-----Matt-----
uke:
member is welcome to swing by and buy me a drink. :cheers:
