Strategic Drinking Research Night

Living simply & still having fun on the weekends can leave you with priorities that are hard to balance. Over the three years that Mister and I have been living together we’ve been able to get a good handle on how this balance works for us, but in some areas it’s hard to cut costs.

I’ll just put this out there as fact: I love wine, beer, cocktails, you name it and I will probably partake in it. The alcohol department is an area where not only have trouble cutting costs, but it’s an area where I have trouble wanting to cut costs. To make things more complicated, where a bottle of red wine might cost $8.00 in the US, in  Canada that bottle of wine costs $12 – $16 so we have to be aware of our alcohol budget. Our current limit is two bottles a month, and two bottles of wine a month makes me sad.

I was in the throes of my addiction to Mad Men when it occurred to me: we should start drinking hard alcohol!

And faster that you can say “Oh dear Kyla, do you really even drink hard alcho-” we were the proud owners of a martini set and bevvy of hard alcohol.

Becoming Expert Bartenders seemed like the perfect solution. We could have cocktails on the weekend! We would drink less because it’s more intense and we would still have the same fun for overall less money because it’s all mixed & we can use juices and things to make fun drinks that stretch further. Brilliant!

Or it would have been had my reaction to everything we made not looked like this:

Don Draper doesn’t look like that when HE drinks an Old Fashioned, is all I’ll say.

I want to be as cool as Hillary is and say that I love gin, but the gin in our martinis made them taste toxic. Each sip was like being punched in the face by a Christmas Tree. We were both upset by the initial cocktail fail, but having pin pointed the problem we tried again, on Valentines Day, and swapped the gin for vodka with great success.

I’m happy to announce that not only was our Valentines Day really fun, I also found a new hobby: drinking!!

Come on, I know you’re at least a little proud of me. What did you get up to this weekend?