Apple brandy, that was probably in my grandmother's liquor cabinet for over thirty-years. It's like drinking paint-thinner, and I don't even want to think of how I'm going to feel in the morning. You know what? I don't think I'm going to finish my glass. I'm going to pour it back in.
Thirty-year-old blackberry brandy from my grandmother's liquor cabinet. This time I'm mostly holding it in my cheek, though, because I have a toothache.
More of the Jacquin's White Label, though mixed with root beer this time. Doesn't quite complement it the way that Coke does.
Hot chocolate, with a shot of creme de menthe, also from Grandma's liquor cabinet. It's 9 F and our school district already has a two-hour delay in the morning.
Mango Margarita followed by more of that Admiral. Proooooooooooooobably shouldn't drink those two within close promixity to one another, but I'll weather it.
