Since leaving LA, I have not touched one drop of vodka.  It wasn’t a decision made for any real reason. I didn’t wake up one morning and think, “hey, lets see how long I can go without vodka”.  Basically,  buying bottles of vodka are super expensive here, and if you go out to the pubs and order a drink, they have one choice (Smirnoff) and the cocktails are watered down. No thanks.  I’ve been content sticking to wine & beer.

Last night Kyle & I attended our very first Burns supper.  It’s a tradition  in Scotland to celebrate the life & poetry of Robert Burns. I think this dinner will be coming back with me to the states.  Celebrating your national poets..loves it! Jamie & Marc, our Scottish friends, did a fantastic job hosting the shindig.  They insisted that everyone wore some sort of tartan, played traditional music, read Burns’ poetry,  and even had a haggis. How they found one in New Zealand is a mystery, but a Burns dinner without a haggis is one not worth celebrating.  I was excited because when else in my life would I have the chance to try haggis? Well I have to say, I’m not a huge fan.

Kyle was given the honor of addressing the haggis.

Anyway, Kyle & I have been a bit lonesome for vodka lately – me, a nice vodka soda & him, a good old dirty martini.   We decided to take  the plunge and split a  bottle. I don’t know what happened – could have been the fact that I haven’t drank it in a while or the mixture of vodka and haggis – but I woke up this morning with the worst hungover of my life. LITERALLY I felt as if I had alcohol poisoning. After pseudo-recovering after a full day of rest, I think my relationship with vodka is over.  I don’t have it in me anymore and quite frankly, I’d rather not spend my precious days off nursing a hangover.

So it’s wine & beer for me…..it’s over vodka, move on.