12.05.2009 10:48:15

Justin Thompson

Playboy Senior Editor Scott Alexander jamming at the 2008 Kentucky Bourbon Festival

It's good to have good friends.  It's even better when your good friends work at Playboy.  Scott Alexander, Senior Editor for Playboy Magazine became "Bourbon Brothers" with the TBR crew at last year's Kentucky Bourbon Festival in Bardstown.  Not only is Scott a devoted father of 3, but he can scratch up a mean guitar and howl at the moon with the best of them.  Scott definitely made the Bourbon Festival of 08' (a.k.a. Bourbon Camp) one to remember.  So when Scott asked me to check out Playboy's new alcohol themed column, The Imbiber, I knew it was going to be worth my time.  The column is written by professional booze writer Dan Dunn.  Yes, Playboy has made that a legitimate profession.  Dunn's previous gigs include staff writer for TV's Talk Soup and SNL's "Weekend Update."  Below's a preview of Dunn's work or you can check out the whole thing and others at http://www.playboy.com/nightlife/drinks/index.html.


By Dan Dunn

Wednesday 12:30 P.M. - Driving in on Highway 68 near Spreckels in Monterey County, my iPod shuffles from Winger's "Seventeen" to Mozart's "Symphony No. 40," which is the road trip soundtrack equivalent of a groin pull. Also, Spreckels? What the hell is that? I'd say it's a pet's name at best. But a farming community where hard-working folks live, pay taxes and drive pickup trucks? These people should be allowed to live somewhere that doesn't sound like a skin condition.

Wednesday 1:07 P.M. - Check into the Monterey Hyatt under the name Arthur Bach. If you have to ask who that is, take a drink. If you don't have to ask, take two.

Wednesday 2 P.M. - The wonderful people from Pebble Beach Resorts have offered me a free round of golf at the magnificent Links at Spanish Bay. As I stand on the tee box at the first hole looking out towards the white-capped Pacific Ocean, I can't help but reflect upon how pissed God must still be at me for that time I made out with my eighth grade girlfriend in the confessional at St. Albert's. I mean, really, how else do you explain 65 mph winds blowing in my face no matter which direction I turn?

Wednesday 2:01 P.M. - I just hit a perfect drive. The ball went 17 yards. Gonna be a long day.

Wednesday 3:18 P.M. - The wind just loosened several of my teeth. Seven holes? I'm going to go ahead and call that 18. I bet Phil Mickelson never shot a 45 at Spanish Bay.

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