A femme guide to butch drinks. Introduction.
The first time i had beer is a fuzzy memory of my childhood when my dad let me have a sip of what he was drinking. I didn’t have another sip of beer ’till 19. Turns out that i quite like the stuff, but in my memory (and my kiddie taste buds) it was foul enough to keep me away for quite some time.
The second time i had alcohol (exempting the sip of wine at passover thing) i was probably 17. I was wandering through the living room, desperately thirsty, and saw my dad’s glass of ice water. Which – you see where this is going, right? – was absolutely not water, but liquor. I don’t know what it was – all i remember is a horrible taste and burning throat. So that didn’t seem very appealing either.
In college i had the good fortune to have friends who were alcohol snobs. Like one who could mix any drink, and had a full liquor cabinet in his dorm by our sophomore year. Dionysus, who only drank the good stuff – at least, by poor college student standards. He’s also the one who introduced me to the old fashioned, which is still probably my favorite drink. Pan, who had an appreciation of everything. All things. Anything from the very worst to the very best (and ranging far beyond alcohol). And who is always willing to share.
What i really appreciate about all of these people – and others – is that getting drunk was never the sole purpose of drinking – which is not to say it wasn’t an important part of the equation. But most of my good friends in college approached drinking from a hobbyist point of view that included an appreciation of the process as well as the result (or from an abstinance point of view, but that’s not really relevant to this conversation).
Oh, and the title? It has been pointed out that my drinking habits are very butch. My drinking habits being primarily whiskey and beer, seldom fruity, and never frozen.
P.S. I also have Ireland to thank. That is, i spent a semester there, during which i drank significantly less than any of the other American students, and significantly more than i had before or have since. I spent quite a bit of time with Bushmills, Guiness, and Harp, gained one (awesome) flask and learned that i can’t stand Stella Artois. Also, i miss the pubs.