Somewhere in the den as they like to call it, starts with that sound of the cork squeaking out of the bottle, making my heart skip with anticipation. Even as often as I have heard it, it still feels forbidden thus exciting. As I pour it, the weight of the bottle feels light. Because I can only see one on the table.
But it’s the first sip that really gets me. The taste of the tart Brown or bitter white on my tongue. The feeling of warmth that coats my belly, gives me the courage and makes me believe I’m funnier. It tells me I’m better with it, and I nod a yes; my head in agreement. I know I should stop at the bottom of the first glass, but I pour another and sometimes another. For a moment I stop and think, I should stop. Such thoughts disappear when the beer starts to kick in. Continue reading “Commit that!!”
Life and Laces 