Most recently published stories in Proof.
The Margarita Morning
I stood at the kitchen sink with a mint green Yeti mug in my hand. I had intended to pour out the remnants found within, but found myself frozen in an unfamiliar, uncomfortable situation. I was internally fighting the urge to drink it.
Notification “You won! I knew you were going to freak out if you won, so I thought I had better be the one to call you and share the news. Are you excited!? I know you are!! And guess what?” a moment of silence, my silent scream, “Kay, are you still there?” Scott enthusiastically prompted and continued, “Eric and I are going to be going with you!”
If You Plan On Drinking, Do These Critical Things Before You Leave The House
Buy a Breathalyzer A Breathalyzer is a portable hand-held device in which you blow, that measures your blood alcohol level. Many good breathalyzers can be purchased on-line. Buy a good one. In general, they are priced based on their accuracy - the more expensive the unit, the more accurate the reading. For about $100 you can find a quality unit that is approved by the Department of Transportation. Do your research, buy one, and put it in your car.
How I learned to drink whisky
There are some important aspects to declare about me before starting to write about how to drink whisky. 1st - I like to drink!
The Judgement of Paris
Wine made anywhere other than Europe (particularly France) had always had a stigma attached to it, especially in the early 20th century. These days, though, you can find great wine at almost every price point from anywhere in the world. So, what changed?
It was dark the first time they met. A sky so gray, it was almost violet, scrubbing willpower and memory from the air. But Elena was fierce as always. She felt the oncoming storm as a challenge. As she blustered out of the office that day on Davis Street, smoky black hair whipped effortlessly in a French twist behind her, she was fuming. Her client, a sixteen year old who had been in the foster care system for years, was being told that her new school district didn't have any aides that could sign for her in class. She could still feel her fingers buzzing from talking and signing angrily in tandem at the school district attorney. Her client sat next to her, sighing gently every few minutes. Why did some people have so much, and some so little?
It started and ended with Merlot
Five years. Five years since she’s felt a man’s touch, or a woman’s for that matter. It hasn’t been all that bad. She finally got back up, she learned about herself, what she likes and she gained her life back. It was lonely, but necessary. It wasn’t easy being with a man that required all of her attention and he knew nothing about her. She lost herself in him and his life. It started and ended with a bottle of Merlot.
It was said that the Marquis de Lornia possessed one of the finest personal estates upon the Iberian peninsula - a gorgeous holding which sprawled along Eastern Spain’s high cliffs, overlooking the vast, crashing waves of the Balearic sea.
**This story is inspired by the song Singles You Up by Jordan Davis** We had come to the bar after met up with my family so that he could watch the game. Like always he had ordered us both drinks before I had a chance to say a word. It's not that I mind drinking a bit of wine but usually only with dinner. Normally I would chose a whiskey and coke or similar mixed drink but Joe has never bothered to ask what I want to drink when we go to the bar. Considering I don't really care about the sports game that's on I start looking around the hometown bar that I had gotten into trouble at more than once and saw one of my high school friends. I was surprised to meet Alex's eyes and nodded at him, admittedly a little grumpy at how the day was going.
I Never Really Cared for It
I never really cared for red wine. My first taste was of homemade elderberry wine warmed up in a tin saucepan on the huge monster of a stove in the kitchen of my great grandmother’s house. She would stir a dollop of vapor rub into it until it melted, and if she had it, she would finish it up with some fresh lemon juice. This was her remedy for me at the first sign of a cough or the sniffles when I was a little girl. She would carry it to my bedside in a flowered china cup her mother had brought with her from the “auld country” and she would feed it to me from a tiny silver spoon. In her house wine was kept for medicinal purposes. No, I never really cared for red wine.
I've Been Matched!
Can you believe it? A dating site that picks a love match for you by simply taking a quiz as to your taste in wine? The way they say it works is the pairing supposes you to have a certain "taste" that is similar to your favorite wine with those qualities or characteristics in those of your profile picks and vice versa. They (the other participants) have also been matched to you using the same quiz. I suppose it's like a perfect pairing, right? Sort of like which wines go with which particular cheese. In this case, the men are the wines and the women are the cheese. In any case, it sounded like it would be fun. So, I did it!
La Cita Soñada
I'm entering the bar for the third night this week. It's a classy place with live piano and great ambiance; normally understated enough, though tonight it's the busiest it's ever been. My usual seat I've warmed for countless weeks taken, and I'm forced to order down at the end like any other Tom or Sally from the street. The bartenders gaze finally meets my own, but his eyes are a reluctant sorry and I frown my disappointment in return.