rocks. Such a festive drink. I talked to Nance and didn't notice that the young man tending bar had filled the glass with about 4.5 inches of scotch. "Whoa, honey, that's a lot of scotch," I told him, trying not to sound discouraging.
"Just carry it around and drink it like a sprite," the young man tending bar said to me, with an unexpected tone of nonchalance. Geezlouise. It looked like I was drinking a glass of iced tea. I didn't drink it all. No one could have. No one on this entire planet.
Then here's the other thing that happened. I was making some ramen and didn't notice that a wine cork had rolled onto the burner until it had caught on fire. That burning cork has left a horrid smell in our entire house. Sorry, housemates. Sorry that I was such a dork with the cork.
Watching IU now. We're winning, but just barely.