Act I: Beer in a bottle, Whiskey in my dreams

I am out of scotch.
Actually, I am out of scotch, whiskey, vodka, sake, and rum; the tequila, brandy, and wine are fading fast too.  But, I still have beer.  One of my customers went for the brass ring of bribes and brought me a 12 pack sampler.  On-time and highest quality prints: coming up!  I am not an alcoholic, mind you.  This isn't self-destructive, ruin-your-life drinking. Booze is just tasty (except grappa, that's nasty).   Heck, I hate feeling drunk, anything past a buzz makes me queezy and bleh.  But, booze tastes better than water, ice tea, or milk, so I know what I want to reach for with dinner.  But pickings are slim at home these days.
Andrew had suggested Johnny Walker Blue label for our next drink.  If I had learned to crap out money, then I'd be on board, but sometimes life doesn't let you drop $200 plus bucks on a bottle of glory. I went to the local liquor store today, $220.  Fucking hell, I would make an excellent rich man. Shame I'm not.
I took a look at the local labels while I was at the store.  Some Ranger Creek, Garrison Brothers, Herman Marshall, Treaty Oaks, and a few others.  Some more affordable than others, but nothing over $60 a bottle. On my income, that still hurts, but what is the point in working so damn hard all the time if I can't occasionally treat myself, right? Well, I hope that is right because tomorrow I'm going drive to Hye, Texas, home of Garrison Brothers Distillery.  See what they have to offer, sip a little joy.
I'm packing along Hunter Thompson and Earnest Hemingway. We'll make a trip of it.  There is a winery in that burg too, might as well pay a visit while I'm in the neighborhood.  I don't know what my Sunday has in store for me, but I  know too well what waits on Monday.  Plus, like I said, I'm out of scotch.