18 April 2010
Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Kevin.
I have always liked to drink and I have always liked to drink vodka. It's tasteless, odorless (except for the fumes) and goes with anything. Olives, cranberry, oranges, grapefruit - you name it, vodka makes a good companion for it, as it does me. After my leg started to heal I used vodka to take the edge off my rehab. The scar tissue in my knee binds it from bending freely and the rehab process is akin to bending your fingers back until they hurt and then bending them a little more. I would sit on my rehab ball in the kitchen every day at four, make myself a martini, then watch Law and Order. It was a good ritual.
Alcohol gets a bad rap because of all the things associated with it: alcoholism, divorce, insanity, DWI's, cirrhosis, teenage pregnancy, death, etc., but no one talks about the benefits. Enhanced self-esteem, beer muscles, general fun, sex with teenagers. Why else do we celebrate with alcohol? Weddings, funerals, dinner on Friday nights, and reunions are all good occasions to drink. Oh, I forgot Vegas, weekends at camp and hangovers. And then there are the good shows to drink to. For me its Arrested Development and Mad Men. Movies - Casablanca and The Big Lebowski (just add kahlua).
Sometimes I think drinking is like watching tv. Almost everyone does it but no one wants to admit just how often. Everyone can spot the unstable unapologetic drinker; its the stable unapologetic drinkers that are hard to find. I'm glad to say that my recent habits have pushed me into the latter category. One martini is fine and good and I don't feel guilty about having it, even before four o'clock. For those in the former category I am reminded of a quote from modern sage Homer Simpson.
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