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Rench wrote: I guess I'm going for a drive tomorrow.

-Rench

A "drive"? You plan to go 40 miles to pick up a bottle of rare booze with your car?

this sounds like a setup for some sort of federal indictment. or a 70's movie.

"In a world where White Whiskey is the last true addiction, one man, with the help of three young girls, will change Chicago suburban life... forever."

I'm thinking some kind of romcom. Lonely dad dealing with the girls, being all sexy and lovable for the female audience, while driving around with his pickup, trying to find some good booze while fulfilling his family obligations, thus appealing to the married man audience.
Basically, the kind of Hollywood fare couples can enjoy when the kids are at grandmas, no?
The kind of romantic comedy that brings about the creation of the nth kid, the one that wasn't planned.

... you'd need the wacky buddy the protagonist can call for help when something gets out of control or whatnot, for the witty banter. And some threatening yet no-really-menacing antagonist dad can punch in the face to protect his girls.

Making the mission to find that perfect bottle of non-romantic booze into something that wouldn't arouse suspicions is the tricky bit, while also maintaining some kind of drama with the kids.
Rench, your actual story is entirely unsuitable, you're way to tight with your girls, no tension or conflict to overcome. You need tension and conflict for a movie.
I actually have an idea here ...
Protagonist's wive goes to relive her college glory days, wacky dude reminds protagonist of the wild parties they used to have and how protagonist swore to find a bottle of that stuff, and it all rolls from there.

I reserve all copyrights to this idea, so once you make that movie, Hollywood, my buddies Rench and Thack and me get our paychecks.

You all are truly impressive with the tangents. Family Guy has nothing on this place.

-Rench

PS: booze trip delayed by nap time.

It'd be more adventurous if you put the kids in/on the Ural and went for booze...

Update: write in a happy ending.

-Rench

Rench wrote:PS: booze trip delayed by nap time.

Rench wrote:write in a happy ending.

One of those SO is the title ...

DerGolgo wrote: Rench, your actual story is entirely unsuitable, you're way to tight with your girls, no tension or conflict to overcome. You need tension and conflict for a movie.

he'll have enough drama once they're in high school...

just enjoy the pre-teem years while you can.

Eh I regularly load my saddle bags with the Bowman Brothers VA ABC special reserve. I know your pain. But I'll be damned if I'm making a 22 hour round trip for just one bottle.

Rench wrote: the nearest bottle I can find is about 20 miles away..

-Rench

I guess this is the part which doesn't make sense to me. Is 20 miles far? Seriously, living in Houston for as long as I did, I would wish for only a 20 mile commute, or finding a Hooter's within 20 miles of the house, or a good hardware store. Hell the KTM dealership where I bought the Duke was 38 miles from the house. Motherfucker I would go 20 miles for a bottle of beer, grow a pair and go getcha some good booze. Time to teach those girls what the inside of a windshield looks like, prepare them for the drudgery of real adult life.

Bigshankhank wrote: ...Time to teach those girls what the inside of a windshield looks like, prepare them for the drudgery of real adult life in Texas.

Fixed.



(As someone who used to drive/ride a lot but is now very stationary, I'll tell ya that while I wouldn't go back to commuting hell I do sometimes miss the road.)

--Jaeger

20 Texas miles is a whole other game. This was 20 miles across 5 suburbs in rush hour traffic. We got pretty lucky with the holiday. That same stretch could take an hour+ at the wrong time.

-Rench

Rench wrote:20 Texas miles is a whole other game. This was 20 miles across 5 suburbs in rush hour traffic. We got pretty lucky with the holiday. That same stretch could take an hour+ at the wrong time.

-Rench

Yep, sounds like my daily commute into downtown Houston.

jae wrote:

Rench wrote:20 Texas miles is a whole other game. This was 20 miles across 5 suburbs in rush hour traffic. We got pretty lucky with the holiday. That same stretch could take an hour+ at the wrong time.

-Rench

Yep, sounds like my daily commute into downtown Houston.

Exactly, I wasn't talking about driving through the country, I'm talking about Hwy290 madness.

The first time I lived in Houston I worked with a guy from Boston, he came in to work crying one morning and said "Back home in Mass, if I had to drive as far as I do every day here in Houston just to get to work, I would be crossing at least two state lines." Wuss...

There's a reason we measure travel in time instead of distance. From my house 3 hours West is almost to San Antonio. At the wrong time of day, 3 hours East is barely to Beaumont. Depending on the time of day my 30 mile commute can be 35 minutes or 95 minutes.

jae wrote:There's a reason we measure travel in time instead of distance. From my house 3 hours West is almost to San Antonio. At the wrong time of day, 3 hours East is barely to Beaumont. Depending on the time of day my 30 mile commute can be 35 minutes or 95 minutes.

Exactly! I hated my 45-minute commute in Philadelphia, but if I worked past 8pm, I could wick it up and be home in 12 glorious, adrenal minutes.

I think it was Mash #1 we had. There is also a rye mash and the wheated mash I have set aside. I better get some more of the #1 and save that for you too.