BLAME IT ON THE...


a-a-a-a-a-alcohol. As I head into my "mid-twenties" I'm slowly discovering my taste for alcohol. Back in the day when we first started drinking, we didn't know what the hell we were doing. Who remembers the classics? MD2020, Carlos Rossi, Smirnoff Ice? I didn't know any better, we drank what was cheap and quick. It didn't matter what it tasted like, we drank to get WASTED. I let go of all inhibitions Slowly but surely I found myself reaching for the bottles on the higher shelves. Harder stuff like Jose, 151, and Absolute was the way to go. Then I discovered beer. It was definitely an acquired taste. I grew to love Corona w/ grenadine, Heineken, and Blue Moon w/ an orange slice. After awhile beer was not good for someone like me w/ a small bladder and not very good for a diet. And I moved on to the top shelf. Today, I now reach for the Grey Goose, Remy Martin, Ciroc and Patron (Reposado). I drink less, and a lot slower than I used to. I know it has all come with age, and I hope that one day I am not writing a blog about life insurance, and retirement. Now that's scary.