How Dry *Hic* I Am....*hic*

Unrelated to anything that I'm about to write, what never fails to make my brain carve out a happy path is Chris Christie on SNL, saying "I'm gonna die in this fleece!"  Glad that's out of the way.

I went out on another bourbon spree with a friend last night because bourbon is the new coffee. Although "Spree" might be a strong word.  Then again I guess it depends on how high you fill the glass.  My company decided to test my strength of Right Speech by ordering multiple Bud Light beers.  Poor thing does not drink the bourbon (obvious wuss) and at one point offered to get me a refill.  What fun to say, "Two cubes please. Three if they must."  and see the perplexity of expression as if to say, "are you joking or do I really order it that way?" 

Oh ho Makers!  You will not catch me wobbling on the Too Many bullseye this time!  Having a slice of pizza while discussing where you can go dancing when over 40 and chugging a cup of 9pm coffee like it was Gatorade was much better on the second drive by than it was the other night.  I done learned how to not wake up at 2am feeling the effects of becoming the Changling of Sobriety.  

And as folks used to use the hard stuff to cure colds and ailments, it has also been a great giver of knowledge.  The bourbon exposed to me who would be the Santa at our Christmas party next week.  Because otherwise I would not have recognized my skinny ex boyfriend wearing the fake white beard.  I also realized that I am a generous and happy drinker.  I will offer to get you the Mona Lisa for your birthday.  Not only that, but I'll tell you that she'll take you out to dinner first before seeking her position on a wall not facing the harsh afternoon sun.  

There should be more people like me on the sauce in this world.  

So we tried Bush's baked beans, bourbon and brown sugar flavor.  Yes, really.  I'd eat it again, however that must be because I don't mind the taste of bourbon with extract of new band-aid sprinkled in it.  That's what it really tasted like to me.  Perhaps just filling a glass with beans and throwing two cubes in it might suffice on nights where AA starts to resonate.  

And now, my attention must divert back to the Hallmark channel.  Some cozy, life's-not-really-like-that movie is on and I certainly don't want to miss it.  After all, these Christmas movies just started at the end of October.

Note: I googled to see if I could find a photo of beans in a glass after I wrote this.  All I can say is "Huh.  Must be meant to be!"