Pumpin’ for Love

(Simply the lyric from a song I am listening to)

So, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. Even though I never articulated it out loud – to my mother or even to myself – but deep in the back of my mind, it was there: to drink as much of my personal stash of booze as I could before I left.

It would certainly save me a lot of space. Actually, thanks to my brother donating a few shelves in ‘his’ room, here at the family home (for how much longer…?), I have been able to get all my booze on my own (custom-built – by me) shelves in my own room. Oh, except for a box of stuff I forgot about the time-before-last I got drunk, which explains why I was so perplexed about the fate of half a bottle of premium rhum agricole…

Despite this, there remains a good hundred bottled of spirits and liqueurs, some commonplace (tonight I have finished my Pimm’s No.1), and some decidedly rare (Torres’ premium brandy, Jaime I, anybody?). Actually, I’ve done well – I had forgotten about the dregs of Mallorcan gin, Finnish lime vodka, and aged calvados I had stashed away, until I finished them (actually, there’s some calvados lef t). Still, most ingredients were bought as part of my cocktail project, and some resist conversion to easy drinking (I’m thinking Bénédictine D.O.M., overproof rum, absinthe), so I expect the collection will last some time yet.

It’s not like a book. My book collection dwarfs even my drinks, with around a thousand tomes, but it has been high time for a while to slim-down. With books, you can select suitable candidates, flick through them, and then discard. With drinks, if I choose to rid myself of them, they inevitably pass through my kidneys. Don’t even mention my liver – see past entries for that! Ridding oneself of a hard-earned (or otherwise begged) liquor collection takes a long while…

Oh well, I suppose I’ll go out tonight (at least I did 500 kcal at the gym today!), and that’s the Finlandia Lime out the way…

Human dustbin, moi?