...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.
Happy Weekend!
6 comments:
I'm sure the salsa had NOTHING to do with it. :)
Sounds delicious, the whole cookie and beer thing.
I don't drink much either. In the Mormon world, they can turn up their nose at people who drink alcohol, but they'll chug those caffeine cola drinks down faster than a Hummer going through gasoline. Fuckin' jerks. Their dear pedophile prophet enjoyed wine his last night, just like Jesus at the last supper. Wait - I'm totally on a tangent. Must be leftover Morg frustration from my parents.
The Island had two good parts.
1) when Scarlett did the nice with Ewan at the fake Ewan's house
2) when the credits rolled and we could leave.
Good dark German beer is good with schnitzel and noodles.. UMMM yes
Wine (red or white) is best with dinner. Yumm...
I miss it.
I'm totally blushing. And I disagree with montgomery q - "The Island" had lots of nice parts - anytime Ewan or Scarlett was onscreen. Yes, I will TOTALLY watch a movie for the scenery. That's what got me through "Chronicles of Riddick."
As far as I'm concerned, you're only an alcoholic if you can't stop. Like if you drunk, you can't stop until you're basically unable to drink anymore because you've passed out or lost enough motor skills to raise another glass/cup/bottle/can/whatever.
Feeling an overwhelming need to blog about it, well, that's something else entirely. :)
rotfl -- I can't believe you went for the OJ after brushing teeth analogy. lol. Is there anyone on the planet who hasn't stumbled onto that particularly delightful glimpse into the world of the truly disgusting?
I haven't tried Guiness yet, but I plan to. I've had wine in the past, but it's been over a decade, so I don't remember much about it. One of these days I plan to get the Wine for Dummies book or something and read up. I think a general rule of thumb is dark/heavy meat dinner calls for dark/red wine -- light/fowl/seafood dinner calls for white. That's as far as my knowledge goes.
Have you delved into the "flavored beer" category yet? My dad introduced me to Bacardi Silver. The label says "flavored beer", but it bore little resemblance to beer, IMO, other than alcohol content (5% I think). It reminded me of the wine cooler revolution of the 80s.
Oh well, didn't mean to clog your comments with rambling. Carry on then :)
I am refraining from blogging while drinking because I tend to talk out of my ass when I do! :)
On a side note I enjoyed an erotic and slightly disturbing book by Judy Bloom called "Wifey".
I love Tequila, Vodka, and a stout German beer. Tried an american I liked... I think it was called fat tire.
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