I'm moving to Brooklyn, NY next week, so I've been going through all my crap the past few weeks, and while it's sad to let some of my old stuff go (my wife rightly calls me a "pack rat"), I have to admit that I wasn't too broken up about it until she informed me the moving company would not take any food or liquids in glass containers.
See, for the last 8 years or so, I've been studying the fine art of tropical drink mixology. Over the course of this study, I have acquired many excellent rums from all over the world, each with its own unique character.
I have become particularly adept at mixing Mai Tais, however, I can mix just about anything you'd find in any of the books by the master Archaeologist of Tropical Cocktails, Beachbum Berry.
Weekends, we would often have some friends over for an evening of potent potions and conversation.
Now, I have to give it all away and start over. Fortunately, us rum connoisseurs tend to run together so I'm happy to report that the entire stash will be going to a fine friend/mixologist who promises to keep the rum flowing when I come back to visit.
Now I've got to start all over. From scratch. It won't be easy, either. I know you can get just about anything in NY, but I have to say the crappiest, nastiest Mai Tais I've ever tasted have all been in NY, so I have a lot of work ahead of me.
As God is my witness, as God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be rum-deprived again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I'll never be dry again!
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