My LavaLife: a year of drinking scotch with strangers
an excerpt

Gabrielle pulled up to the house and parked. She opened the trunk and pulled out James’ bags while he woke himself from his half-nap. As she looked in the trunk she realized that her bottle of scotch wasn’t with her.

“Ah, fuck!”

“What?”

“I bought a bottle of Auchentoshan while I was waiting for you. I must have left it on the seat. Fuck! I hate that. It was forty-five bucks. Aaaaa-ghhhh!”

“It’s not ‘o-shent-o-shan.’ It’s pronounced ‘ocken-toshin.’ Remember?”

Gabrielle took a deep breath. She remembered.

“Why’d you buy a bottle of Auchentoshan? You don’t like that one. You think it’s too peaty.”

Gabrielle considered telling him why she bought that bottle over all the others, and decided to simply tell him she forgot that she didn’t much care for that scotch.

“Well, I guess my sub-conscious remembered since I left the bottle behind for someone else to enjoy.” She tried to laugh but it came out more as a snarl.