August 13, 2009

just because I love your booze doesn't mean I don't love you too

Last month my friend Amanda celebrated her 33rd birthday (oh how I wish our birthdays synched up better so that I could be 45 at the same time she's 33), and we ended up at her friend Jesse's house, pretty late, after a party at the Cadillac Lounge. "...And then there were four" sort of a situation, soon to be "and then there were three." Jesse asked if I wanted anything to drink, and I asked if he had any bourbon. He pulled out like a dozen bottles of esoteric bourbon, and I selected a rare sweet mash. "Is it wrong," I asked, turning to Amanda, "to fall in love with someone for their booze collection?" Probably, but I'm still not convinced of it. Damn those metro straight boys!

Posted by Ken Allen at August 13, 2009 2:09 PM