Sunday, August 2, 2009

What do I do

with all these purple whiskey sacks? I've saved them for years, given some to friends & I still have enough to cover my kitchen floor. (and yeah, I did actually lay them out.)
My kids keep little toys & trinkets in them--they are great marble bags. But I just don't have the nerve to throw them away.

My girlfriend & I think making a purple and gold quilt would be gorgeous. And then, of course, when my mom saw it, she'd go from *thinking* I'm a part-time social drinker to *OMG I need to go to the Betty*. Hell, she thinks I need to anyway because of my meds.

I started drinking really young. My dad owned a liquor store and I'd sneak those little one-shot bottles into my backpack. And then I started really liking getting a buzz--so I'd snitch a big bottle from time to time. They never noticed in the inventory because--my dad drank a lot. I hid my big bottles in my 1978 giant stereo speakers. My parents really had no idea.

I'm not friends with Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker or Jim Beam anymore. They all betrayed me. Even Old Grandad is an asshole. So I switched to Crown about 8-ok maybe 10- years ago & only twice has it caused me to you know--have raging puking spells & god-awful hangovers. A couple of weeks ago I was insane enough to hit the bottle of Maker's. Yummy stuff going down, not-so-much later on. I loathe sleeping on the bathroom floor & praying that my kids don't find me there. Or the coroner.
When I'm low on cash, I'll buy Canadian Club. It's nearly 1/2 of the price & hasn't offended me yet. But for the most part, a bottle of Crown lasts me two months--so it's not like I'm spending my kids' lunch money on booze.
I just don't know what to do with all of the purple bags.

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