I’m not an alcoholic, I just drink a lot — an admission that sounds a heck of a lot better when sung like Big Pun’s “Still Not A Playa.”
Annnd now that my Spotify is adjusted accordingly, and you’ve got some awesome 90s rap stuck in your head (you’re welcome:), let’s get back to the alcohol at hand, shall we?
I’ve never been able to drink and read. Which is sad because those are two of my absolute favorite indulgences. A healthy pour of pinot and the latest Emma Chase sounds absolutely divine when the clock strikes eight and I don’t have to “Mom” for at least 11 hours.
In reality, I’m a bit of a light weight with very little self-control. One glass inevitably becomes two. The pages blur. The plot thickens. So does my brain… you get the point.
My solution? Why not drink my favorite books? And I’m not talking about the thick-headed, half a bottle down – “That sounds ah-mazing! Let’s throw it in the Vitamix with some vodka and ice” kinda way. I’m talking about something slightly more refined here.
Another indulgence of mine? Well-written wine flavor profiles. They’re like salted dark chocolate caramels for my brain. Even if you aren’t an oenophile, the descriptions can still read like edible poetry. Foreplay for your tongue. It can totally get you in the mood… for wine that is;).