By the way, the LGBTQ student conference I attended was fantastic, during which I unexpectedly ended up on stage, microphone in hand, telling my coming-out story to a gathering of 100 students, teachers, superintendents and directors of education! Details to follow in my Sunday post.
MAKE MINE A DOUBLE!
1. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I'm not much of a drinker although I do enjoy one or two drinks. Any more than that and I just feel sick; I think it's a hold-over from the nausea I experienced during my cancer treatments.
I haven't gotten seriously drunk in many years. It takes me days to recover; I just don't think that it's worth the buzz.
I never keep alcohol in the house but do buy beer and red wine for my guests. I do occasionally enjoy sneaking a drink out of my father's liquor cabinet. Rye whiskey (also called Canadian whiskey) is my my first choice and Bacardi rum a close second.
2. What kind of wine do you prefer? I only buy red wine and invariably select a moderately-priced Canadian; there are some fantastic wines made in British Columbia's Okanagan Valley.
3. Do you have a favorite beer? When in a bar, I always order a glass of a local beer on tap, the darker and stronger the better.
4. Can you taste the difference between vodkas? No. I always drink vodka with juice so I can pretend that it's a healthy choice. All that sweetness masks the vodka taste.
5. Are you a top shelf or rail kinda person? Definitely not top shelf! But I do buy liquor from a reputable distiller.
One time, I bought an $8.00 bottle of rum while in Cuba and discovered what really terrible liquor was like. Every drink gave me a headache which resembled someone pounding a nail into my skull.
6. What was your most memorable (good, bad or embarrassing) drinking experience? When I was 26 and plenty old enough to know better, I had just quit my engineering job in Quebec and my colleagues took me out to get rip-roaring drunk. I insisted on walking the few miles home at 2:00 a.m.by myself, along some railroad tracks.
Although I was barely able to stand, I climbed to the top of the telephone pole to steal a couple of antique green glass insulators, above. I inched my way up, caterpillar fashion, by hugging the pole with my arms and thighs. It was lucky that I wasn't killed!
BONUS Have you ever drunk dialed? Nope. But I've drunk blogged in a minor sort of way.