Christmas Day was a learning experience. My niece taught me how to make a martini for my mom and her man. I do not usually get too close to gin on account of I once completely covered Sonja's balcony with puke when I drank too many pink lemonade and gins one summer day. And vermouth is a ghastly creation, people in England, who will drink anything, were having a fling with the stuff when I lived back there. My mom insisted I buy some gigantic olives to stick in the booze. Martinis look cool but I will stick to the drinks I like already.
I do not know how my mom's liver can take the beating a martini gives to that most vital and abused of organs. All Sonja's dad had was a big shot of rye and a bottle of Phoenix beer. Sonja's dad is a warning of how little you get to drink when you get older if you lay into the juice too hard when you are younger.
I hit the scotch, the Guinness and had a couple bottles of wine while I helped Sonja cook up dinner. I am not a big fan of Guinness but turkey gravy demands a half a tall can be stirred into it for colour, flavour and charm.
I also learned my niece is a true blue Hockey. She said her and her friends rang up a $1500 bar bill paid for by the dope grower of the bunch. It is no wonder people have switched to dope from the juice in such large numbers - booze is a ridiculous price. That bar bill could have bought a pound of the best.
The price of beer is the worst value. You can buy a 26er of cheap hard stuff for the price of 12 beers. My New Year's Resolution is to start making my own beer. I hear there are herbs more hockey friendly than hops you can put in the stuff. A nice light wormwood beer would be a grand drink around a summer campfire.