Friday

Change Gone Come Part III...

Our love for spirits has evolved from enjoying top shelf Strawberry Hill Boonesfarm and 40 oz bottles of malted liquor to being connoisseurs of aged, pressed grapes picked from the vines of our dear friend's family owned vineyard.  Our 228 day countdown to properly rejoining our affair with a good drink at least once a week begins now.  It seems only right that I also pretend that we are in the days of prohibition since D and lil Conworth can't enjoy a drink with me.  I imagine I will be allowed, on occasion, to make it to a happy hour but I will resist.  What can I say...we're in this together.  More to come...

1 comment:

  1. First of all, speak for yourself -- I never drank 40 ounces (gross). And I haven't had Boone's since I was 16 (which is a problem in and of itself, but details). But I do appreciate your willingness to endure the struggle of an alcohol-free zone with me for 7 more months. :)

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