Part of me can't believe I'm about to say this, but I like tequila. I don't know if that means I'm an old woman, or just a party animal.
Enjoying hard liquor is new for me. I've always been a wine gal. In the past when a friend would say, "Let's get a Martini or a Margarita," I'd think, "Well, I guess we could pretend like we're in a James Bond movie."
But now I like tequila. "Like" is how far you can go with your enthusiasm for any alcohol. If you're passionate you sound like you have a problem. If I said, "I love tequila," I might as well be announcing, "I need help."
I guess that's why people use the term "connoisseur." When someone says, "I'm a tequila connoisseur," it probably means they drink too much tequila.
My husband and I will occasionally have a tequila ... every night. Sharing a small shot of tequila together gives us an opportunity to reconnect as a couple, and try to forget we have children.
During a recent trip to Louisville, I found myself staying in a hotel with a unique store in the lobby that specialized in selling bourbon. While the store offered glassware and other bourbon-related items, it was clear that the main attraction for the groups of cheerful 60-year-old men was the bourbon itself.
Wanting to surprise my wife, I decided to purchase a couple of bottles of bourbon from the store. I must say, I can be quite romantic when I want to be! However, my romantic gesture took an unexpected turn when the cashier mentioned that one of the bottles I had chosen was priced at $1,100. Talk about sticker shock!
At that moment, I couldn't help but think, "Well, does the bottle come with its own distillery?"
Does the price really matter? Perhaps only if it means sacrificing my children's college fund.
On the surface, the decision should have been an easy one. No one truly needs a bottle of bourbon that costs $1,100.
Ultimately, I decided against purchasing the extravagant bottle, but a part of me couldn't shake off the feeling that I deserved it. After all, parenting can be that challenging.
Perhaps deep down, I wanted that bottle of bourbon for my wife... and for myself. Well, and maybe for the children too. I mean, all for the sake of the children.
As a self-proclaimed bourbon aficionado, the temptation was certainly strong.
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