This is an advance pre-order.
Book will be finished and ready to ship
on Tuesday, May 17, 2016
The book is not ready today but you can reserve your copy now.
You are going to email me and ask me where the book is, I can tell.
So read this again (ha). This is a pre-order.
THIS IS WHAT I THOUGHT: There isn’t enough to drink.
I should go to the liquor store now. I’m not sure what we have planned for tonight and I won’t want to go out again. One bottle won’t be enough. Two would be cutting it close. There isn’t enough.
I will put our glasses side by side on the counter when I pour the wine each evening. I will line the glasses up to
make sure that you don’t get more. There isn’t enough.
And this really happened to me. I was alone in a hotel room, and looked into the mini bar, and saw:
~ one tiny Toblerone bar
~ one KitKat bar
~ one bottle of water
~ two tiny cans of beer
~ two tiny airplane-sized bottles of red wine
and I thought, I can’t start drinking now, there isn’t enough.
Not enough for what?
To fade out. To be numb.
Because despite what I may have said, I never wanted one glass of wine with dinner. I wanted three glasses. What’s the point in one glass?
And despite what I may have said, I never drank because I liked the taste. I romanticized expensive wines, but they are all basically the same. Alcohol is a vehicle, and I didn’t care which vehicle I used to travel. When the fancy stuff was gone, I was content to drink boxed white. I didn’t let a room-temperature light beer stop me.