Whiskey Makes Me Smarter
Things are moving along swimmingly this week. We have applied for our Chinese visas, and I have had my first taste of bourbon. The visas should take a week or two to process and be delivered back to us, and the bourbon took me all night to drink. It was only a small glass, served up, but bourbon is a pretty serious drink. I figure now that I’m about to become a parent, I’d better grow up and learn to hit the hard stuff. For too long have I toiled on the Stolichnaya stone, along with my designer-handbag-clad peers. Look out Kentucky, here I come.
In addition to the bourbon, I have made a few more Lina purchases this week. I still feel like it will be a miracle if we eventually have everything this kid needs, but felt somewhat better today when it occurred to me that it will be a while before she needs underwear or a bra. I think the underwear will come first. (This last statement speaks volumes about the author’s expertise in clothing a child.) I started panicking about this while in line at Marshall’s today, then realized that my sister will know about the underwear, I can call her later, and while she will laugh at me, she will give me totally valid information. My sister is a parenting ninja.
The bourbon thing really started with a recipe I found called “Urban Bourbon.” Having been raised on Sesame Street, I am powerless against a really good rhyme, and this drink definitely has that. I needed to have it as soon a possible. Here is the recipe:
2.0 oz good-quality (duh) bourbon
0.5 oz Tuaca (do you know what this is?)
Lemon twist for garnish
Shake with ice and serve UP