The Big Green House

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

 

Here we come a-wassailing

When I was 19-20 years old, I decided to make an Xmas tradition of drinking peppermint schnapps. I'm not really sure what put that idea in my head. Possibly it was the schnapps talking. At any rate, I only followed through with that plan for a couple of years. I don't think I've had a drop of the stuff since maybe 1982 or so. Given the bang per buck/resemblance to mouthwash ratio, I think I made a wise choice.

It occurred to me today that I am without an official holiday beverage. Don't talk to me about eggnog; that liquid cheese is not refreshment, it's spoilage.

The winter warmer beers are nice, but I don't always want to drink something cold during the winter. Maybe that's just me. Port and sherry are pleasant during the colder months, although they can be a little cloying after awhile. There's always red wine, of course, but aside from during the depths of summer I tend to drink that year-round.

If any of you are thinking of repaying me for the countless hours of mirth, education and snappy wardrobe tips I've provided here over the last year and a half, you could do worse than to slip a bottle of cognac or Armagnac into my stocking this Xmas. Some Irish whiskey would not go amiss, either.

I promise to drink to your health until I pass out. Can't ask for much more than that, can you?

bmarkey 12/10/2003 10:37:00 PM