Bacardi

Meet B– my friend for tonight.   I figure that rhum is more likely to be a he, than a she; not for chauvinistic reasons though (I am definitely not beyond chauvinism every once in a secret while), but for the sincere fuzzy feeling it gives the drinker. 

Rhum is the bass compared to scotch’s tenor, or vodka’s soprano.  Kinda reminds me of Robin William’s toast to his boss in the movie “Mrs. Doubtfire”– “Human, start your engine!”

I needed company tonight, not to talk to or converse with, just to know that somebody’s there to give me that warm feeling of security. But alas, in most important things as Rilke would say, “we are oh so unspeakably alone”.  So I reach for the bottle– to give me the warmth that I need to help me through this night. 

Without question he gives me what’s left of himself, even if it meant mingling with ice, or drowning in cola.

*If you’re with your loved ones tonight, give them a big hug and savor the genuine warmth they provide.  Some of us are not so lucky.

**Another sappy reminder from your friendly neighborhood drunk.