It is that time of year again, and I must make myself suffer. I have decided to give up alcohol as my new year's resolution. This past year was an eye-opener for sure. I realized that I really like sparking wine a little too much (magnum bottles of Cristalino by the case give anyone a clue?), and that white wine doesn't have to be all that bad, just not as good. But on a hot day, which is rare around these parts, white wine works well. But, now that I have come to enjoy sparkling wine, there really is no reason for white wine. So, I'm back to square one.
Delicious in all its forms. Especially the magnum bottle.
Beer. I LIKE beer, but I don't LOVE beer. The time and place has to be right. The meal I just ate cannot have been an El-Zocalo burrito. And anything darker than PBR...forget about it. It makes me feel bloated and gives me heartburn. However, an Irish Car Bomb? That's a horse of a different color.
Our hidden secret. Just no beer with the burrito. Oy.
The hard stuff is for mixing. Too much work if you ask me. Anyone who isn't an old Russian woman is lying to you that they enjoy Vodka straight up. Gin tastes like crap, and what the hell is "Desorano"?
You can see every drop of vodka in this woman's face.
So, clearly I am trying to imbibe as much alcohol as I can before the faucet turns off on January 1st, 2012. Not Midnight, January 1st. Heck, I don't go back to work until the 3rd. I'm no fool - 11:59.59pm January 1st. I have this fantastic idea of throwing an After Christmas Christmas Party because, quite frankly, there is nothing more depressing than all the hype everyone must endure starting after Halloween with very little product come December 25th. I mean, KOIT stops the Christmas music immediately at 12:00am on December 26th. Depressing, right? I say no more! Let's make the magic last for just a wee bit more. Even if it means having a few people over for a cocktail. At least it isn't the abrupt end to another holiday season like it is every year. Oh wait. There's New Year's Eve. Meh.
This image best captures how we all probably feel the day after Christmas.
