Checking my friends list today, someone posted an article to the
rarely-used
singlemalt (Scotch whisky) community I subscribe
to.
So I thought about it and realized that it’s been two months since I’ve
had any kind of drink. Not that it’s really all that strange, since I
never drank very much anyways, but the last occasion was kind of
memorable, in an unpleasant way.
I went ahead and unsubbed from the singlemalt community. Then I removed from my list of interests:
Belhaven, Highland Park, Scotch, Scotch ale, and Scotch whisky.
Whoa! Or should that be “Woe!”?
Actually, yesterday I was cleaning out the fridge and threw out my last
precious can of Belhaven Scotch ale. Rabbie Burns would throw a hissy.
I’m not sure what to do with my remaining cache of Scotch, tho. I
suppose I’ll just gift it around.
My life has undergone a lot of transitions this year. But that’s kind of a sizable change in my self-definition