I broke an old bottle of JD Bicentennial whiskey. I stared at it, my brain not really registering the split second it happened. Then, I stuck my finger in it and tasted a bit from the floor.
We had lugged this bottle around every move since I was 9 years old... 22 years waiting for a special occasion to open it.... When would be the right time?
There were many moments over the years I thought about popping the pewter top and pouring a glass. But I’d always talk myself out of it saying that once it’s gone, it’ll be gone. I should wait.
The lesson? Never put off something just because it’s for a “special occasion”... find a reason to drink the good liquor, use the good china. Because it may end up shattered on the floor of your new apartment.... all the moments of waiting evaporating, soaking up in a roll of paper towels; the smooth earthy oak notes filling the air...
My apartment now smells like a distillery.
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