Well, I missed my Friday post. What happened is that my husband made me drink a holiday ale from Great Lakes Brewing. I’m not sure if it was Octoberfest or a Christmas ale but it was good enough to drink way too quickly. Now two things can happen when I drink just about any alcohol; I fall asleep or I get a headache. Whichever happens first is 50/50. Friday night was the headache. I can do some things while waiting for the Tylenol/Aleve/Advil to take effect but posting a blog isn’t one of them. Going to bed however, is.
Did you notice I said “just about any” alcohol? There is one drink I happened upon years ago that doesn’t give me a headache, make me tired, or really have much of an effect at all, and that is Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey. We went to Lynchburg, Tennessee to a Jack Daniels tour of the distillery. It was fascinating, and it’s a beautiful area. At the end of the tour the guide told us to put one hand on the barrel and raise the other and vow never to drink anything else, and not to add stuff to the whiskey. We all chuckled and took the vow but a vow is a vow and I have never mixed it. Lynchburg is in a dry county, so we couldn’t buy Jack there, but just outside of the county is a liquor store. We stocked up and went to the next stop. That night we drank some whiskey and played poker with our kids in the hotel room. I found that I felt simply fine, no headache, no sleepiness, nothing. Ever since then, Jack has been my go-to at weddings, funerals, church, all staff meetings, and other events where I should not fall asleep. (I’m kidding about the all-staff meetings, really!!) 😊
I have not kept my vow completely. I drink Amaretto, beer, Bailey’s, and a little wine. Only white wine though because red wine makes my feet itch. That is truly miserable. The doctor said it was the tannins in red wine, so if you have that problem, there you go. I can’t drink much anymore because my stomach is way more sensitive than it used to be. But now and again I’ll try a cocktail at a restaurant or have a small amount.
I have never had a problem with overusing alcohol, except maybe a couple times on New Year’s Eve, but things were different growing up. My parents loved to go to this little place in Toledo called “Tony Packo’s”. It’s somewhat famous because Jamie Farr was from there. For anyone young, Jamie Farr was on a show called “MASH”. At Packo’s, celebrities signed hot dog buns and they put them on the wall. They must have sprayed something on them because the same ones were there for years and never got moldy. Of course, Twinkies never get moldy either (Zombieland is proof). They can stick around forever. When I think about what must go into a Twinkie I wonder. If you ever want to stop eating forever, watch some of the videos about how food is made. The first one I ever saw was on Mr. Rogers at the graham cracker factory and I did not eat graham crackers for a good bit of time.
Saturday night was when the Cakewalkin’ Jass Band would play Packo’s. My dad loved the music but there was a fair amount of beer flowing as well. They still play in Toledo as far as I know. The highlight of the night was when they would play “When the Saints Go Marching In” and they would parade into the women’s restroom. That was usually late in the night and everybody was feeling rather rowdy. We looked forward to it and knew not to go in there no matter how much we had to pee. The point is, we kids didn’t drink (I did get a Shirley Temple and pretended I was drinking a cocktail) but we probably could have gotten the real thing back then. Times were different. I remember going out after play rehearsal one day and got a pitcher of beer. None of us were even 18 then, but nobody cared. I poured the beer and remember one of the guys’ admiration because I knew how to pour it. All that studious observation at Tony Packo’s came through!
So back to Friday night…I can usually handle one beer unless I’m in Canada, then I can drink like a lumberjack. But Fridays are my “tied up in knots from the week” days, and it was Friday the 13th. If there had been a full moon it would have been worse. Anyway, I apologize for the late entry.
Chester….oh that dog. He was on a roll this week. Thursday morning, he chased a bunny in the back yard. There were leaves covering the usual Great Bunny Escape Hole in the fence and the bunny didn’t have time to stop and shuffle through leaves, so it ran under the shed. This is ideal for bunny but frustrating for Chester. He spent literally a half hour running around the shed trying to get the bunny who was probably sitting right in the middle smoking a cigarette. When Chester started to bark, I decided to try to get him in; it was 6:30am and the neighbors like Chester, but not that much. I shook the Milk Bones box, no success. I went out and tried to grab him, and he would just run around the corner of the shed with a gleam in his eye. My husband and I both had to go into work and were ready to go, so we went out together to tag team him. The first couple times he just put his head down and barreled past us, knocking us out of the way like bowling pins. Finally we blocked him in and my husband grabbed him. He was so happy about his escapade. Not too muddy either for once unlike my poor work shoes. The bunny left the shed at some point. Chester, I’m sure, slept all day dreaming of bunnies. His legs were probably twitching.
Below is a picture of a nice sunset Chester and I saw while walking. At least I saw it, Chester usually has his head down to smell the other dogs smells. I wish the colors came out better, but you will get the idea. Also is a pic of Chester and his new bunny or what’s left of it. He didn’t get the outside one, but he has made a mess with the inside one. This is not the Halloween bunny, this is a new one and this mess was made in one day! Everybody has a talent I guess. The cat food cans are his treasure. He gets to lick them. Have a wonderful week, stay warm if you’re here in northern Ohio. Go Browns!