Good Thing Hick Didn't Have a Flagon of Mead

While we were in Norman, Oklahoma, visiting The Pony for BirthdayPalooza, we took him to a steakhouse. That's always his choice. The Pony loves his steak. His Bestie went along with us. She also loves her steak, having been raised with cattle ranchers in her family. For some reason, Hick enjoys seeing her dig into a bloody steak. This time, though, she had the chicken-fried variety. It was so large that she took part of it home. Well. Home to her sorority house, where I guess the cook doesn't make chicken fried steak.

The rest of us cleaned our plates. No leftovers there! I had the chopped steak and steamed broccoli, and Hick and The Pony both had ribeyes with baked potatoes. I'm kicking myself for not getting a picture to prove it happened!

Hick also ordered an adult beverage. I guess he must have thought BirthdayPalooza was in HIS honor, but it was not. The drink was a Montana Mule. Hick swore that it was delicious. In fact, he kept talking about it on the way home, and said he wanted to make one for himself. Well! Who am I to crush such initiative? I asked him what was in it. He must have read the menu, or has quite a discerning palate. "Bourbon, and some kind of fizzy stuff, and limes."

Once home, Hick looked it up. He said he had the bourbon, and a metal cup somewhere, and that while the recipe called for Ginger Beer, he could substitute Ginger Ale, according to the internet. So on my next trip to town, I bought some limes. Meanwhile, Hick had found his metal cup.

Isn't that cool? It's hammered copper, according to Hick. Who was not at all hammered when he told me. It looks a little distorted, due to the angle I took the picture.

Hick was in luck, because on my next trip to Walmart, I went up and down the aisles of alcohol (thank goodness I was not seen by anyone who knows me from school), and found GINGER BEER!

It's not alcoholic in itself, but it was on the aisle with the mixers. Hick was pleased to get it. He made his own Montana Mule midweek. On a night he wasn't going to an auction. He said it was good. Almost as good as the one from Longhorn Steakhouse. However...

"My whiskey wasn't bourbon. I think that made a difference. I used Jameson. But it was pretty close!"

Let the record show that I did everything I could to help Hick recreate his Montana Mule. I sliced the lime with my floral ceramic knife. Of course, I kept two quarters of it to put in my 44 oz Diet Coke that still had about 22 oz remaining. I also provided Hick with a shot glass to measure out his whiskey. Hey! I went to college! I have a shot glass.

Funny how I'd never heard of a Montana Mule, but I'd heard of a Moscow Mule. In fact, I just googled it to compare the two, and saw a picture of Hick's hammered copper mug!

Not sure what that says about Hick's source of metal beverage containers.