Absolut Boston

And now I shall wax poetically about alcohol....

It is afterall, my vacation.

Sidebar: Alcohol has destroyed aspects of my family's core. I'm from a 3-generation alcoholic family, but the key part is it affects the males. We females, I don't know, our vices lie in other areas I guess. Alcoholism is when you "need" alcohol to deal with a situation or emotions. Having a drink now and then and enjoying the quality of alcohol does not make one an alcoholic. Besides we all know my vice is carbs.

I love tequlia. I don't know why, which is lame. I should know why I love something that destroys my liver a little bit each time I drink it. But I do. And I love the top shelf stuff. Jose Cuervo was so college.

But when Grey Goose and Skky vodka came out, I was intrigued. They carried the reputation of hangover-less enjoyment. I was sold.

Mind you, after two drinks, I'm buzzed enough to enjoy my night. More than that, and I'm soon sleeping.

For some reason, I always associated Absolut with college, aka the Jose Cuervo of vodka.

Now a few weeks ago they released Absolut Boston, a limited edition flavored vodka, via a massive campaign on facebook. They tied it to Fenway, which is Mecca for Red Sox Nation. The Green Wall is part of the bottle for god's sake.

There was no way my curiosity could not be piqued.

And I sought and I sought and I sought for a bottle of this stuff.

And then Sweden learned of my quest. And she took it upon herself to find me a bottle.

Oh my gawd.
This stuff is wicked good!
Wicked pissah good.
Good to drink while watching The Boondock Saints good.

(You just gotta say it with some Boston tone to it.)

Despite all the appropriate jokes, no it does not taste like the Charles River. I can't quite describe the flavor, but if I tell you it has black tea and elderberry in it, you're going to think it is super sweet. It is not super sweet. It is just a hint of sweet in my opinion. And Sweden says "yes it is sweet but not too sweet."

I have had it straight up over ice. Delish.

I have made my own mix: one shot vodka, 3/4 unsweetened iced tea, 1/4 cranberry juice. So fantastic one must remember not to gulp it like straight tea.

Sitting in the sun in the backyard, waiting to see an early show of Love Happens, and sipping this drink...I almost feel human again.

Which is very important. To feel human.

Because we drove by L's new house today. And although we were not impressed ("run down shack" was Sweden's impression), it still felt both really good to get the curiosity out of the way, and really incredibly heartbreaking.

His truck was in the driveway. Otherwise, I might have been convinced to take an unladylike piss on his mailbox.

Here's hoping the demon has been exorcised from my soul!