I am not a drinker.
Oh, I’ve kind of fantasized about it, thought about how cool it would be if I drank more and fit in better with whatever crowd I’m chasing at that moment. Or how totally sophisticated I’d be if I mixed a drink when I got home from work. But the fact of the matter is that I am not any kind of major, hardcore, vastly knowledgeable drinker.
So tonight I went to a cocktail aficionado class with mom and dad. The point of it was to get to know and understand the four major drink bases out there: vodka, rum, gin and tequila. We sampled two shots of each, one a kind of cheaper “bar rail” shot, and the other something closer to a top shelf booze.
It was fun, don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed it and know what to look for when I go shopping for all of that booze I’m going to keep in the house (for the record, I have about four bottles of beer and a small bottle of Kahlua). But let’s face it, when I smelled one of the higher end shots tonight and wrote that the aroma was “alcohol,” I think I have to start to wonder if this desire to become a more prolific drinker is really all that wise.
I had to wonder for a brief moment tonight if I looked at all like a deer trapped in the headlights. My dad loves his alcohol–not to the point where he’s a heavy drinker, mind you–he’s just a real aficionado: he tastes things and can talk pretty knowledgeably on them. He was talking about the smoothness, or the flavor, and smell, and how good this one was or better than that one…
And I wrote “tastes like rubbing alcohol” about one shot tonight.
Geez…You’d think I was channeling a member of the Temperance Society. Dad was talking about how smooth it was. And I was contemplating using it as a Sterno replacement.
Maybe someday I’ll get to that point: where I can drink and taste things and appreciate them. But I don’t think I’ll get to the “cocktail every night after work” point. There were some very good samples tonight. And some that weren’t. And I’ll have to admit that I preferred the cheap rum over the expensive stuff. But I guess that’s taste and preference for you.
See you tomorrow.