Burp. Fart. Burp.

I don’t understand the appeal behind alcohol. My body is so pure, when I consume alcohol, my joints start burning like a bitch and my guts feel like an inferno. Those are pretty much symptoms of poisoning. I really wonder if this is the desired symptoms of “getting drunk”.

I just had about 4 ounces of Bunratty Meade about 5 minutes ago. It’s 14.7% alcohol, so about twice the amount in standard commercial beer. My motor skills are a little impaired, I’m a little woozy. But I also just mowed the lawn for 2 hours straight along with some heavy lifting. So my shoulders and chest are burning. I’m also perspiring like a bitch in heat, even after I just took a shower.

As far as taste goes, Bunratty Meade is unusually sweet for alcohol. You taste the honey first, which is sweet and smooth. But then after you swallow, its nothing but alcohol. It’s a little earthy, root-like in flavor, a milder cognac.

As for presentation, I love the beautiful golden color and packaging. An thus, is the irony in it. It is a seductive package, but if you’re a hedonist like me, who doesn’t care too much about alcohol or anything that doesn’t taste good, then be mindful that alcohol is alcohol is alcohol.

The best tasting alcohol I’ve ever tasted must be some kind of red or white wine. But you’ll still get intoxicated. Just a precaution.

Aw, fuck, I’m in no mood to keep on typing. I gotta go lay down my weak self.

You booze, you lose.