Hello there, my lovelies!
It has been AGES since I have posted, but there is a good reason – I was pregnant. And since I am feeding the kid boob juice, it’s not like I can get hammered all the time. I have had a drink or two tonight, though, so thought I’d check in.
We just got back from a trip to the West Coast, where I did consume my beloved Maple Cream Ale. We also had other Granville brews (not bad) some stuff from Piper’s and from Bowen Island (ok), and wines from the US West Coast. We discovered delicious Zinfandel (not white zin) and we saw both Jager Bombshell and Dentaldamn. Good times! Plus, we hung out in Vancouver and Seattle and San Francisco and LA. Woot!
But tonight, I am having the old standby. It’s aged rum, too. My grandfather passed away in August (if 2006 was the year of suck, 2009 is the year of death – I have already lost 2 close family members and one close friend, and my Grandma is not doing well) and we inherited his booze collection. He used to have a bar in the basement that was a full-on reconstruction of an English pub (my Grandpa Jack – my stepgrandpa – was an English expat) and he had a full booze collection. Never a rye or rum drinker, though, so the bottles he was given over the years accumulated. As such, we ended up with bottles of RYE that were years older than us. And some aged rum, too. This drink’s for you, Grandpa. I love and miss you (and you too, Aunt Flo and Gregger).
Halloweenie
Is there a secret to the drinking of the red wine to excess and not getting the purple teeth? Because I can’t seem to pull that off. The alternatives are either: that no one drinks red wine to excess anywhere outside their home, that those who do drink red wine to excess always have toothpaste and a toothbrush on hand, or that I have especially stain-prone teeth. I’m not find of either of those options, so I’m gunning for a secret that no one’s telling me. Wine also makes me drowsy but unable to sleep too, which is all kinds of frigged up.
Dave, yo. This is the fourteenth someodd McLean shooter party. Not bad, all in all. Lots of strange booze shortages, or at least one part of a pairing. Southern Comfort and no Amaretto, Kahluha and no Baileys. Ended up making all kins of random shots, none to popular. But the important thing is: i got all kinds a loaded. Wick. Ed. Also: don’t ever buy Watermelon Schnapps. All kinds of nast, that is. 

