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Home For The Holidays [Monday 20 Dec 2010 at 08:01 pm]
Raiding my parents' liquor cabinet is like dating a nun.

Flavored vodka, cheap tequila, blended scotch, mint liqueur, pink wine. And so forth. My parents are twelve years old.

How about a little Glenlivet, some pleasant Chianti, a touch of dark brown rum without "spices," or maybe a good old bottle of gin? No such luck.

This alcohol is the alcohol I would buy if my sole purpose in purchasing alcohol were to seduce fifteen year old girls.

[User Picture]From: owenthurman
Tuesday 21 Dec 2010 at 06:29 am (UTC)
My parents and siblings drink at a steady and -- to me -- slightly excessive rate. That's no excuse to quaff swill.

I'm the only one in the family who can't drink much. It makes me sick before I'm properly drunk. I like just a touch of something that entertains the palette. It doesn't have to be Lagavulin. Heck, I'd settle for Bombay Sapphire and tonic water.

Funny to be the black sheep in the family. I look like a perfect morph blend of my parents, so I'm probably not secretly adopted.

drink it all up as soon as it's crossed the threshold

Now that's how I deal with eggnog.
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