I don’t drink much. If I do, it’s usually wine, and I vacillate between white and red, and usually a glass is plenty. Sometimes a 2nd one, but more often than not, I can’t finish a 2nd glass. But tonight….I wanted something to take the edge of my nerves, which are frayed to a fine, gossamer filament which could break any moment. But not wine. Wine would sour my stomach tonight.
I’m picky tonight. Holding on…..just holding on. As someone said to me once, just for the next 15 minutes. I need some help. I would like to be numbed, just a little. Enough to round the sharp corners in my psyche, in my heart. Not enough to open the floodgates.
It’s a fine line. I have to be vigilant.
My liquor cabinet (which is a box on the floor of my pantry) has in it a half bottle, half a 5th, (what’s that? A 10th?) of Gosling’s Dark Rum, and a bottle of Amaretto, which I buy every year to make a raspberry Amaretto sauce for my Christmas cake, and maybe a shot or two of Vodka, which I keep here for my BFF.
Not a lot of choices.
So….I took a small glass, like a juice glass, and put what looked like maybe a shot of amaretto in it, and a shot of rum. Of course, I could be totally off, I don’t have a shot glass. I had one. Just one. And my son somehow managed to get it into the garbage disposal and I didn’t know it, and turned the disposal on.
He’s lucky my friend’s son knew how to take the disposal apart. I paid him $50.
So, I guess now, if I need to measure. Not that it mattered, I was only serving myself, a made up drink. Because rum is not that easy to drink by itself, even on ice, and even rich dark rum from the royal Navy, and Amaretto is too sweet by itself. Combined, it’s not really too bad. And I couldn’t do Vodka straight no matter how much I needed a drink.
I think it will do what I need it to.
And first I took two ibuprofen for the massive headache I have. I’m not sure that two was enough. I’m thinking another one might be in order.
It will be a ride, this one. Hope it doesn’t last too long.