Next time you hoist one, drop this lyrical bomb in honor of tens of thousands of dead homies from civilizations past:
"Come walk with the Laconian drinking cup along the benches of the swift shift and drain the drink from the hollow jars, pour out the red wine down to the very dregs. We will not be able to remain sober on this watch."
[a fragment of Archilochus (7th cent. BC, Paros) via my friend Sean]
Sean taught me this excellent paean to duty and booze while he was studying Classics at Columbia a good 10 or so years ago. Scrambled bits of it have been stuck in my head ever since, and thankfully this year around St. Patrick's Day he answered my email and sent back what he remembered of it.
