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Bah, humbug

A couple of days ago Brian was going out to watch the Redskins game. I asked if he could bring back some rum.

B: Rum?
Me: Yeah, I have a recipe for eggnog and I want to try it. They recommend rum or ginger brandy.
B: Eggnog?
Me: Do you like eggnog? I don't know if I do or not. I thought I'd make some, it looks like fun.
B: I don't know.

No rum came back from that trip.

Today he was going to one library with Victoria while I went to another all by myself and he said he'd go to the grocery store on the way back. I asked for one thing, all-purpose flour; he bought self-rising flour. It makes me crazy that he can NEVER purchase the precise item I request, but I am used to it. Still, no rum. I said I would run out and get some. He said, "Good idea, there's an ABC store on 161 on the left just before you get to Sawmill."

Sounds like he knows what he's talking about, doesn't it? I found nothing useful at this location. I drove down to Bethel Rd and looked in the half-dozen shopping strips between Sawmill and 315 thinking surely there was a liquor store somewhere but I didn't see one. Then I stopped at a place call the Wine Vault. I walked in and the guy said, "You have the faraway, lost look of a person who wants to buy liquor but has walked into a wine store." I said I hoped he was as helpful as he was perceptive and he gave me directions to the state store.

The state store smelled like a liquor store. Ahh! And there was a pitiful loud guy telling his cell phone all about his messed-up family situation while I perused the shelves. So far, so good. I found rum, but no ginger brandy. I asked the guy at the register about ginger brandy but he assured me that they carried no such thing. He suggested ginger beer. I laughed, I offered my credit card, and he said sorry. YOU HAVE TO PAY CASH. Oh my goodness. Have you ever known me to carry nine freaking dollars on my person without a week's notice and planning? I had to leave the rum behind.

On the way home I saw a place called PJ's Drive-Thru. It looks like a carwash except they sell beer and don't clean your car. Maybe they sell rum, too, but I didn't check it out. I didn't feel like driving thru anything.

I came home and made dinner. Victoria asked where I had gone.

Me: I was out looking for rum.
V: PIRATE rum?!
Me: Sure, but first I couldn't find any and then I couldn't buy any. I feel defeated.
V: What's "defeated"?
Me: I did not prevail.
V: What's that?
Me: I did not win.
V: Winners get rum.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 19th, 2007 04:57 am (UTC)
Dec. 19th, 2007 05:48 am (UTC)
She already knows the important lessons.
Dec. 19th, 2007 06:50 am (UTC)
But...where has the rum gone??

(Can't believe I'm the first one to comment with that...)
Dec. 19th, 2007 12:40 pm (UTC)
"Winners get rum" and "You can't sing nobody else's blues." are quotes of the year for my LJ.
Dec. 19th, 2007 12:58 pm (UTC)
Winners get rum. oh, how wonderful. Yay!

And not defending B for the Redskins game thingy, but if it was a Redskins game, it's possible it was a Sunday and if Ohio has blue laws, he would not have found any store selling hard liquor on Sundays.
Also, I have about 9 different bottles of rum in the house including one I use solely for cooking, so I'm probably not the best person to discuss anything with, except for the winners getting rum thing.
Dec. 19th, 2007 05:54 pm (UTC)
Man, I would love to watch Pirate movies with V!

"Why is the rum always gone?" as long as we're quoting...

I guess that's why liquor stores are the place to "knock over"...they have cash and no credit card receipts...
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