It's Tipsy Tuesday!

Recently, I had the undivided joy of meeting a fellow writer whom I’ve known through cyberspace for about six years, give or take. It seems like aeons ago that Jamie Mason stayed up all night offering me encouragement via a lengthy thread at AbsoluteWrite while I wondered whether Mr. Vagabond were dead or alive. 


I'd received a distressing phone call from him and an abrupt, "Oh my God, Sweetie. I gotta go." He never says, "Oh my God." That couldn't be good. He was working disaster relief in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina when all hell broke loose. Several agonizingly slow hours later, I received another phone call telling me that all was ok. That scary night, I learned that Jamie is good people. I have never had a reason to think otherwise. And the rest of that is another story for another day.

Jamie and her beautiful family graciously welcomed Mr. Vagabond and me into their home shortly after Christmas. Well, they actually welcomed us after asking, “What is that gigantic thing you just parked in my driveway?” 

Mr. Vagabond’s truck is a bit on the hefty side. He could fit a herd of wallabies in there. Do wallabies run in herds? Inquiring minds.

Anyway -  

We showed our gratitude for their hospitality by bringing along a bottle of Booker’s Small Batch Bourbon.

You have no idea

Now, I am a bourbon fan from way back. But when Mr. Vagabond buys liquor, he ain’t playin’. Being a tequila man who knows everything about agave and nothing about grains, he marched straight up to the counter and asked the nice lady for a recommendation. I’m so glad he did. 

Booker’s Small Batch Bourbon is stout. It’s approximately 127 proof, depending on the batch, and it speaks with authority. We sipped that golden liquid over giggles, theories and tales while huddled on the sofa in their cozy living room. It seemed like hours and minutes all at the same time. 

I spent most of the next day after our visit lying prostrate on my bed, asking Jamie repeatedly via Facebook whether I’d been a bumbling fool the night before. She swears I wasn’t. She is a kind soul.

For purists who like their bourbon neat, this stuff is warm, offers myriad scents and flavors all in the same swallow, it's aromatic to the moon and absolutely delicious. The first glass packs a wallop. For wimps like myself, it’s delightful mixed with Sprite over ice. My mother would say that sounds tacky, but I’ll own it. 

If you’re in the market for a bottle of nice bourbon, give Booker’s Small Batch a shot. I doubt you’ll be disappointed. 

Slainte!

Jamie is not only a gracious host, but also a talented writer. Her debut novel, The Liar’s Margin, is set to be released by Simon & Schuster’s Gallery Books in 2013. Learn more at her blog, Because I Love to Hear Myself Type, and at AuthorScoop, where she is managing editor.