8.07.2003

My parents are bootleggers.

They arrived last night and I swear to you the entire back end of their car was full of hard liquor. I asked my Mom if she wants us to be alcoholics, and she said well of course not dear, but the liquor in Oregon is so expensive. Just you let me bring some from California where I can get it cheap.

I don't know if that makes sense, but I know where once the pantry was bare, it now boasts gin, whiskey, rum, brandy, and sour apple schnapps. S said we won't feel the cold this winter, and we'll be nicely pickled by spring.