I hate vodka. Vodka with orange juice, vodka with cranberry juice, yuck, yuck, yuck. It all tastes like a cheap drunk, like Vodka Specials in Regina bars when that was all I knew how to order, eighteen years old and trying to make up for lost time. No one outside of Saskatchewan seems even to have heard of these things: vodka with 7-Up and a splash of lime. I wish tonight I'd stuck with wine.
Planning to make perogies on Monday, after a weekend on call. And to drink with that... Chi Chis? Maybe will skip ahead to the White Russian instead.
I'm realizing that if I actually go on with this I'm going to be spending a fair bit of money stocking my liquor cabinet. Vanilla vodka, lemon vodka, berry vodka, cranberry vodka, cucumber vodka, pepper vodka, orange vodka, sake, Chambord, Polish vodka, Zubrowka Bison Grass vodka, melon vodka, creme de cassis, strawberry vodka, apple brandy, Pisang Ambon, raspberry vodka, honey vodka, Russian vodka... and that's just the first chapter. And where, I wonder, will I obtain kumquats, and passion fruit syrup, and Mirabelle plum puree, living, as I do, in the bush? I suppose I could grocery shop in Winnipeg at Christmas, instead of visiting with my grandmother and those cousins I rarely see.
Oh, the sacrifices. Surely I will be pleased to have accomplished such a feat, though, in the end?? And just think, I will never have to apologize for not owning cucumber vodka again...
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