alcohol
don’t know why, but i will never be an alcoholic. i have more weaknesses than can be counted, but worrying about self-control and alcohol isn’t in my pattern. i’m thinking about this because i recently decided to switch over temporarily to liquor from my normal juice of sierra nevada pale ale (when i’m drinking regularly, which is usually a couple of weeks on, then a month or two off). i only get drunk about twice a year, but like to get a slight buzz sometimes for an hour or so, especially when watching movies. slight buzz really works for me, and tends to make me more normal. plus, i like the action of drinking a savory liquid.
so i have on my desk now two liquor bottles — tanqueray and wild turkey. sippin’ baby. just something about it. really do like gin (which a woman i met last month described well as tasting like pine needles), but the last time i stopped by a bar to have one, $7 for the pleasure of sitting at a bar with a tanqueray shot kinda cooled me off. it’s $15 for a 750ml bottle.
i have a good friend who hit multiple drunk driving problems about 10 years ago. for him, touching a drop is a slide into hell. he goes to parties now and drinks soda. almost wish i could give him my unconcern with the stuff, and ability to stop whenever it’s convenient, never drinking to excess. of course, he can’t give me his laid back approach to life. so fuck ‘im!
here i sit, tipping back a glass of tanqueray gin, the passion of my old restaurant manager (~’85). i raise this glass to you, billy powell. hope you’re still livin’ large, married to that fine piece of ass. or another. LOL