Dear Lord but that was a good dinner. Very possibly the best roast beef that I have ever had in my life, a nice little set of various flavored vodkas to peruse*, and of course about six hours of various sorts of musical performance. Excellent chance to blow off some steam and relax, in other words. Goodness knows I needed it.
Moe Lane
*The rose hip vodka was particularly nice. Everybody was very careful to regulate their intake of that one, because even from breathing the fumes you immediately realized that this was a drink that you had to respect. Or else. And that ‘or else’ would pop up rather quickly.
When it comes to alcohol, “or else” is a challenge.
(And I’ve met some moonshine that practically had that as a motto.)
Well, I’m in that awkward state of my life where I’m too old to drink heavily on a whim – and too young to not care if I’m too old to drink heavily on a whim.
at my oldest son’s wedding reception one of his union buddies brought a big jar of moonshine cherries. My mother liked them very much!
After several cherries, the family scrambled to cut grandmother off! Her reply: It’s just FRUIT!!!
At least it wasn’t poitin. I had a friend that would infuse peaches into poitin. Very dangerous.