Sith Creed

"Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken."
-the Sith Creed

22 May 2011

Then take another moment to unwind

Ahhhh. Such a relaxing day. It is already noon and I am bored. Something that I do not like. But I need this time to just chill. Been drinking everyday since I came here to Georgia. I have to give my liver a break. As the only organ in my body that can regenerate cells, I need to do some regeneration. As I said in my last post, I love to drink alcohol. I also love my use of moderation. I am not like my nineteen year old self searching for my next buzz or trying to see how many brews I can knock back before I wake up in some strangers bed (which has happened more often than not). Ever since I went to California, I had been on a personal quest to try a different beer wherever I go. That has been the extent of my drinking. *laughs* I may not remember the name of the beer but most times I can remember the way it tastes or something notable about it. For instance, I drank a stout beer, name unknown, and I remember describing it as "a pint of Guinness with a shot of whiskey and bourbon mixed in". Or a British beer I must try, Royal Virility, somehow someway someone decided to add Viagra to a beer. Really? I mean, really? That is the perfect counteract to whiskey dick. (And I hate whiskey dick. HATE.)

But of the things I have drank here in Georgia, I really enjoy the wine (ghwino, as it is called). Actually, I like how it is drank. It is not like European or American wines where you sip on it. You drink it like a shot in a glass that holds about 4 shots. It is not strong tasting, most times it is sweet. The only problem that I have with it is: How do I bring it back to the States? It isn't prepackaged or bottled at some factory. It is a homemade national specialty. Lots of problems at Customs (and I don't want problems...). I don't want to get on the subject of the dangers of Ch'ach'a, another Georgian specialty. That stuff is like the Brad Pitt and David Beckham child of liquors (I credit Daniel Tosh for the analogy). Imagine dumping a bottle of 151, a bottle of Everclear, a bottle of unflavored Schnapps, a dash of Reggae, and an eye of newt into a large black cauldron during the first light of winter's first full moon. The result is ch'ach'a. It is some potent stuff. And it is flammable (refer back to Customs), so taking some home is impossible. *laughs* Carrying that on a plane is as bad as the movie "Snakes on a Plane", actually that is what you use to defeat the snakes on said plane...

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