It's 10 PM. You're four drinks into the evening. Your wife has gone upstairs to read. You consider a fifth drink, but you're not sure how far you want to take things. You scan the Netflix selection. There it is. Top Gun. Tom Cruise's impeccable countenance dead center, with a frosted-blond Kelly McGillis flanking his rear. Do you dare select it? Because if you do, you know what's going to happen. You're going there. You're going to take a ride into the danger zone. Once Tom Cruise, Anthony Edwards, and Tim Robbins show themselves tens of thousands of feet above sea level, you're going to want a drink. Once Val Kilmer enters into the picture, you're most definitely going back for a vodka on the rocks—Iceman style.
How do I know this? Because I'm knee-deep in it. I'm ensconced, entrenched, and unequivocally buried in the twilight. I've spread out my wings tonight. Nothing in my bar is off limits at this point.