Alcohol is Proof that God Loves Us!

Now, don't go getting all sideways about the title and just hear me out will you? Liquor when properly applied, can be the tittle in your tattle. And good things, truly good things, when properly applied, have to come from the Maker of really good things. If you remember, the Son of Man's first miracle was being the first bartender--making wine for a wedding he and mom were attending.

There are times when a little hit of the grape, a little nip of the bubbly, a tiny tug on the whiskey and all of a sudden life just got a little smoother.Apply the right liquor with the right food and soon, your toes begin the flick and the base of your skull gets warm. Like yesterday.

On a three day weekend, you could either be soaking your dogs in a pool, making your way down the South Rim trail of the Grand Canyon, or busting out all the crap you didn't get done this summer, last weekend, or since you were six growing up on Devonshire Avenue with heavy weights like Elliot, Dwayne and his brother Nelson, or the kid who use to ride his sisters bike with a zipper bell that he actually used. Trying to catch up on a list of things around the house that never end.

Running all day, it finally drew to a close with a trip for Mexican food and  a Pacifico ON TAP! Now, there is combination of two things, meeting from two completely parts of a commercial kitchen, one cold, one hot, perfectly timed to meet me and take me to heaven. Aaaahhhhh.

Mexican food is meant for beer, or tequila in the form of a margarita. You don't drink gin with Mexican food. That is just bad form. You drink gin when you're having bangers and mash and passing a note with the countries secrets in a small pub on the West End. Whiskeys go with steak, or, in the case of single malt scotch, most of your major breakfast foods-not that I would know. Bourbons love steak too along with the occasional cigar. Only single malts qualify to travel with American Whiskeys. For example, Jack Daniel whiskeys are based on Jack's grandparents who were single malt  scotch whiskey distillers in their home of Scotland. Blended scotchs are usually used by pretenders of the faith, bad investment bankers, and a guy in Topeka named 'Eddie' who has six fingers on one hand.

White wine eases you to gear down at the end of the week with the help of some bruschetta while hanging with friends in a bar on Bourbon Street. Red wine runs a good parallel as the white with a bread board to include sliced meats and strong cheeses while sitting under the cool shade of eucalyptus trees of a neighborhood restaurant or on your front porch of your cabin in the Arizona Rim Country. Mai-Tai's base of rums and spiced rums, fly on the beach while you sit in a low-slung beach chair in the lapping waters under your seat and eating things from that same sea, things you can't spell.

I think that's why I have to say a higher being is involved in the selection process. I'm sorry, but no human could mate these combos other than someone who has a perfect pallet. Who else could cause you to drink your beer without coming up for air when its first delivered to the table, your eyes rolling back in your head as your pains and stress leak out on to the floor soaking your socks and causing you to smile, seemingly without reason.

Of course, this discovery happened on a day that was full of hard work. I'm wondering if a nap would have done the same thing?