It's pretty rare for a full nuclear family reunion (Mum, Dad, Big Brother, and Me) are all together. This cross-country reunion came about quite unexpectedly this week, thanks to my quarter-life crisis and my brother's pilot friend's Buddy Pass. After spending a good week of time eating out/errand-running/grandma-visiting, how did we choose to spend our last hours together? A picnic? Hot chocolate 'round the olde yule log? Singing show tunes while I pound away at the old grand piano?
Close. We went to a liquor store! Granted, there is a back story. And we had a gift card to spend that we won in a raffle. And we bought some classy stuff: almond tequila, Belgian beers, locally distilled vodka. But I couldn't help but think how fitting it was that we were wandering around like kids in a candy store at this gourmet food/wine/booze center on our last night together. I mean, we'd already had cocktail hour and watched Mad Men. It was fitting. I guess what I'm trying to say is, the family that drinks together, stays together!
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