Blizzard has finally announced a release date for the long-awaited Diablo III. Come May 15th, you will no longer find me going "out" or doing "things." No, I'll have pulled out my old, trusty "mouse" and a carefully-chosen stash of booze, and I will excuse myself from society for the following months. As for what my pairing will be, I'm not yet sure. My very first post on this blog recommended playing Diablo II with Stone Smoked Porter. In a later post I discussed a few other options for Diablo II, including red wine and bourbon. I'll have to think it over. Whatever I choose will most certainly be epic.
In my last post I said that I would be reviewing a pairing with Angry Birds before too long, but so far the opportunity to try out this pairing on the bus has not presented itself. Tonight I wanted to try out a pairing for Saints Row: The Third. I've been playing the game for a couple of weeks, and not really enjoying it all that much. As a teenager, I probably would have loved this GTA-influenced sandbox game's enthusiasm for scantily-clad women and the word "fuck," but as a quasi-adult, I find it tiresome.
Tonight I wanted to get a pairing with Saints Row out of the way. I didn't have a particularly stunning array of boozes at my disposal, but I did have a couple fingers of Appleton Estate Reserve rum, three fifths of a lime and a container of homemade demerara simple syrup. I googled these ingredients to see what I should call the cocktail I was about to make, and my ignorance was exposed. I was not aware that these are the only ingredients required for a daiquiri. I thought you had to put some crazy fruit or at least some juice in there to make it so. Pleased with my discovery, I mixed myself a stiff daiquiri with the rum I had on hand.
The combination of a rich, tasty, molasses-y, fruity rum with molasses-y demerara simple syrup and fresh lime juice was pretty damn tasty. It was also conducive to the enjoyment of Saints Row. The game embraces mayhem, and I was finally won over to some extent when, halfway through my daiquiri, I was given a mission to throw myself in front of speeding cars in order to commit insurance fraud. Getting knocked 30 feet through the air by oncoming traffic while sipping my cocktail felt just right. Saints Row and rum-based cocktails may not be my favorite things in the world, but tonight they were yin and yang in a debauched yin-yang of tipsy gaming.
I've finally stopped playing Skyrim. I'm sure I could have gotten many more hours of gameplay out of it, but I only had so much beer. I've started up Saints Row: The Third, though it has yet to really grab my attention. I've been putting more time into Angry Birds, having recently acquired an iPhone. I think I'm going to pair it with canned craft beer with colorful labels. It will be perfect for the bus ride home after work.