friday chookooloonks life list update: number 80, taste 50 types of rum
Last night, I met a friend for dinner. We made it an early night, and as I was returning home, I realized that I hadn't done anything on my life list this week.
I also realized that I was about a mile away from one of the more popular liquor store chains in Houston.
So I called Marcus.
"Hey," I said when he picked up, "I'm on my way home. If I stop and buy a bottle of some cool rum on the way, will you share a glass with me tonight?
"Absolutely," he said.
And that, my friends, is why I married him.
I pulled into the parking lot of the liquor store and went in. The guys behind the counter smiled.
"Good evening," they said.
I smiled back. "Hello," I said, walking past them.
One of them called out after me. "Are you over 21?" I looked at him. He was serious.
I laughed right out loud. "Bless you," I said, thinking how great it was that the liquor store obviously had an employment outreach program for recruiting the blind.
The one who called out to me came over to help. He wasn't blind, it turns out, but very kind. He helped me pick out this rum: Ron Barceló. It's from the Dominican Republic, I chose it because of the golden colour of the rum.
Also, I liked the bottle.
Also, it wasn't expensive.
The verdict: surprisingly good, given the low pricetag. Marcus agrees. On a scale of 1 to 10, we'd give it a good solid 7.5.
We finished sipping our glasses while Alex slept in the other room, and Law & Order SVU reruns played on the television.
And I was grateful for my simple life.
And on that note, have a great weekend, everyone.
Image: photographed with Nikon D300 and 50mm manual lens. And that's Number 6 down. Only 44 more to go.
Song: Papa was a rollin' stone by The Temptations. We've been teaching Alex the classics.