No Free Drinks
The problem with good things is that, despite what we have been told, they do not come to those who wait, but those who can pay. Good booze, especially, is reserved for those who can part with some expendable income. I have very limited cash to spend on my little quest.
So what is the budget conscious booze hound to do? When I take a field trip to my local, I try to do the mental gymnastics of cost vs quality and want of scotch vs fear of the unpayable bill. Haven't bought anything yet. I'm not sure what that says about me. Here I am writing a blog about how much I want a drink. But, no. I don't want a drink, I want a very special drink. I don't even know if I am casting myself as Sisyphus, reaching for something forever out of reach, or perhaps I have lashed myself to the mast of financial insecurity while yearning for my killer scotch on the jagged rocks.
OK, time to slink cowardly forward into being a man of action! I will, tonight, buy a bottle. It won't be the One that I am looking for, but it will be a step. I will buy something I have never had before, something mysterious and unknown. And I will see what there is to see. It is decided.
And it is done. Johnnie Walker Red Label: just as if someone set out to achieve the mediocher, and did so blandly. It is peaty with overtones of light beige. We'll call it a toe in the water for now.
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