drinking the forest fire

my baby likes the scotch.

that rules.

she says my 15 year old laphroaig tastes like a forest fire, and that that is a good thing. whatever floats your boat, hon. i explained to her last night that the defining characteristics of laphroaig and its ilk, aside from names that are somehow even more impossible to spell than they are impossible to pronounce, are "icky", "gross", "industrial waste", "scorched dirt", and that i like them very much as well.

last night i came close to finishing my first bottle of whisky, and then i decided i'd rather get a good night's sleep so i poured the final shot back into the bottle. i don't think that's legal, especially the way i did it, which was to pour it back into the glass to make sure i'd gotten some into the bottle. yep, i did -- pour it back into the bottle again. that could have gone on all night -- pour, verify, pour, verify -- but i decided to go to sleep.

still, it's my understanding that not many folks enjoy the smokey, oily, peaty scotches, and that even fewer of those are wimmins, not to mention that few enjoy neat scotch, and even fewer of those are wimmins. it might just be that i've stumbled upon a rarity of a wimmins. who knew?

after december, i shall surely no longer have the problem where i never finish my bottles of scotch.