Dear Readers,
I'd just like to point out (with no little pride) that not a single drop of eggnog touched my lips during the entire calendrical year of 2010.
I'd just like to point out (with no little pride) that not a single drop of eggnog touched my lips during the entire calendrical year of 2010.
All the long days of the holiday season I let that carton of eggnog lie. I didn't touch it after a hard day's night of Christmas shopping; I forgot all about it for those three hours I spent actually writing during the month of December; I left it right where it was on Christmas Morning, Christmas Day and Christmas Night. Entire football games passed with the eggnog unmolested. I saw San Diego lose their place in the playoffs for the first time in five seasons without a sip of eggnog to soothe my heartbreak. I passed the stuff up on many happy evenings with Miss H, assembling that 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle (a nice painting of Nantucket with five identical hillsides and a huge rock pile and a lighthouse that could be the beach if you turn it on its side and eighteen square miles of goddamn ocean).
When did I finally polish off that eggnog?
Why, tonight.
January 1.
2011.
After Yule. After Christmas. After New Year's Eve.
Have I committed some kind of cardinal sin?
Your Sententious Correspondent,
Postman
6 comments:
I'm sure the perfect time for such things is when you feel like it.
Perhaps that's a bit of a bourgeois attitude, and why not?!
Happy New Year Sir!
First, just let me say that here in New Mexico, Margaritas are perennial and ubiquitous, and of a mind-boggling number of varieties.
I have a tradition of drinking White Russians on New Year's Eve, and a friend told me that there's such a thing as an Eggnog White Russian, which I would have loved to try, but, alas, the establishment at which I drank that night had no eggnog.
I don't know about committing alcohol cardinal sin, but that sure looks tasty. I may just have to go to the story and get some :)
May all your 2011 dreams come true too Postman.
........dhole
Is there any such thing as an alcohol cardinal sin? Since, in most states, alcohol is a sin, would that be like a sin to the second power? But yeah, Margaritas In Winter--besides being the working title of my Hemingwayesque-cum-Alfred E. Newman novellette WIP, is not a faux pas where I come from.
Happy New Year, friend, and thanks for making 2010 such a success for me on the writing front. Your support--moral and otherwise--was indispensable.
Star Child: I always identified more with the bourgeoisie anyway. Good to see you!
Polly: I can imagine. I was startled to learn that there were five varieties in bartender's school; I can only imagine how many are floating around New Mexico (and how many people are floating around IN them).
White Russians on New Year's Eve! What a perfect idea. Those are a good winter drink, for sure.
DH: Don't forget the brandy.
Jon Paul: Hey, dude! Good to see you over here again. Sin to the second power, ha! Good point. Oh, so you've named your Hemingway-Newman creation? "Margaritas In Winter"? Aw, man--now I HAVE to read it. As if I wasn't interested enough before. Was this the race-related project, or is that something else?
Happy New Year to you, sir. Your servant.
Sooo, yeah, I didnt have any eggnog this holiday either. Normally I devour the stuff, its a race with my siblings to even get a sip, but this year... I just didnt. I was too entralled with mulled wine I think.
Dont feel bad. I know you dont. But its good to change. Grow. Be different.
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