I want a shot. Of Tequila preferably. Because I like Tequila. Because it has that nasty taste that just fits my tongue. Certainly there are other alcohols that are appealing but Tequila insults me like a good friend.
Unfortunately, it’s Sunday here in the Emerald City and that means the state controlled liquor stores are closed. Going to a bar is no fun. With my alcoholic tendencies the bill just gets too high too fast.
Nizzibet has part of a bottle of rum stashed in a cupboard but … yuck.