...I drink every night and probably am an alcoholic. If you think that though, you'd be wrong. I don't drink that much. Once, maybe twice a week at most. It's just that every time I DO drink, I feel the overwhelming need to blog about it.
Last night I went way out of my comfort zone, and then back into it again, then back out, and so forth. I drank Guiness Extra Stout as I ate deliciously warm chocolate chip cookies. Sideon insisted it is a perfect match, on par with chocolate and strawberries. The beer wasn't that bad actually. It wasn't as bitter as I expected it to be. But then I took a bite of my (BEST EVER) cookie, so when I returned to the beer, it was much more bitter. The sweetness of the cookie made the beer more bitter! It's like drinking orange juice after you brush your teeth. It just didn't work.
By the end of the beer, I was so buzzing (yeah, on just one!) that I didn't even care about the flavors anymore. It was really good by that time. So were the salsa and chips I was chowing on. Ok, to be fair, maybe the salsa flavor had something to do with my conflicting tastes. Oh well, they were movie snacks! Rebecca came over and we watched The Island. Can there be a better combination than Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Johannsen and Rebecca? Lovely, beautiful people, all.
Uhm, my next alcohol post will be about wine. That's my next conquest. I had chardonnay recently and really enjoyed it, so I went and bought a bottle (I will NOT be drinking the whole thing, lest I identify with the term "wine-o"). I also bought another white zinfandel, and a bottle of riesling. So stay tuned to the Adventures in Alcohol---quite the after-school special.