I was doing some soul searching for ways in which I might class up my life, and not 5 minutes in, as if poised to instantly answer my prayers, I locked eyes with this gallon-sized flask. Isn't it beautiful? Brushed finish. Elegant, cylindrical curves angling into a screw-down cap almost half the width of my entire mouth. Ooh, it even comes in a gift box. I sense a gift of a 1 gallon flask with the same name scripted in the To and From lines heading my way very soon. The only downside is that it's going to be tricky to sneak this baby into sporting events and festivals that have the nerve to try and charge me more than $2.50 for an alcoholic beverage. But I guess part of exhibiting class includes abiding by the rules. And that's cool. I'll just get trashed in the parking lot before going in.