Getting into the mood of writing is not very easy for me. There are the dry months and then there are days like these when each morning I decide to revive my darling blog. So today I’ve decided to share my talli experiences with who ever will care to read this stuff!
Having an older sibling meant starting early with everything...basically following them blindly! So when they decided to explore alcohol at their ‘proper’ age this baby as a faithful sidekick promptly followed them around just wanting to take a sip! Naughty baby ;)
so what if our first bottle of beer had to be washed down the bathroom sink because neither of us liked the taste or smell of it? It taught me to wait till my proper age! Good bottle of beer! And it taught to stay away from beer forever too. Wine, whiskey, vodka and gin...ah, well they came in much later and stayed more like tasting jobs needing to be accomplished.
Wine, white wine, will stay special to me for reasons beyond the high. I got my glass of wine a day before my maths' pre-board and I managed to score a 98 with an almost hangover beating drums of hell in my head! it was almost all thanks to a jerk I happened to know back then, who thought I was kidding in the middle of the night, but then realised I wasn't because I was really talking drunkard crap! So you see wine wonders!
People may say Johnny Walker is expensive and delicate. But how many of those people have washed down their whiskey glasses in the rain because it was too strong? I did! On a chilly February night, with a thunderous rainstorm beating down on a hapless city, somewhere a youngster decides to taste the god’s drink. It tastes okay by adult standards but yucky by Hershey’s chocolate syrup standards. So well the rains had to wash over all sins!
The ‘vodka and gin affair’ happened on a very important day. In the morning my bosom buddy decided I had to be initiated into the very important phase of life and took it upon her to do the honours! So before much ado we were sitting with vodka in our hands trying to act as if we’ll gulp it down like grape juice…only trouble its fermented grape juice and it tastes and smells awful! So somehow I managed to finish my drink and felt elated that I’d had my first drink! Wow! Man my head is swinging and is the same sun that’s just shining brighter?
The evening came and my parents decided that should their daughter drink, she might as well do it with them. So I got to choose my drink and I chose a ‘lady-like’ Gin. Only trouble its drier and hits harder than vodka! At least with me it did. So I did a very lady-like thing of passing my drink to my saviour-my brother, who though is not much of a gin person, very nicely finished it for me. Thanks dude!
So basically I’ve had my share of spirits and alcohol adventures and somehow coming to the conclusion that it isn’t quite my drink, has been more satisfying than perhaps other frustrated females who are just told that ladies don’t drink. My foot!
Alcohol has been an adventure that’ll continue as long as this world shall exist. But to be able to taste it, label it unpalatable and then gloat about it has its own high!
Cheers to life!