August 19th, 2009
Holy mother effer. I just went out to the liquor store because somehow all the rye disappeared (what’s that you say? The only one in this house who drinks rye is ME? I am offended that you could even suggest such a thing!) and I thought, well shit, as long as I’m going I might as well stock up on all the stuff we’re low on. So I bought rye for someone (who is not me), Johnny red because it’s the only scotch I feel safe buying (Husband requested Auchantoshan but there are several “ages” of it and the prices were wildly disparate and I sort of panicked), Alexander Keiths, and Coronas. When it was all stacked in my rolling cart it weighed approximately five thousand pounds, but no worry! I will take the skytrain!
This is only a clever idea if you bring your bus pass (I didn’t) and if the elevators are working at the stations (they weren’t, both at Burrard and Granville). So I had to drag all that liquor, plus their glass holding vessels, home from downtown. By myself. In the heat.
All I can say is, I really earned this beer I am drinking.