Happiness is…

…curling up with a warm 18-year-old.
Scotch whisky, that is.
I have two separate gastronomical soft spots: I have a sweet tooth and enjoy good drink. While many of my collegiate peers will be drinking Miller High Life whilst playing beer pong, I’ll have a bottle of Chimay Blue and observe. When they’re doing shots of Smirnoff vodka, I’ll savor a dram of Glenfiddich 18-year-old.
Such drinks are expensive, and so lead naturally to drinking in moderation. This is fortunate, as I need the time for studying rather than recreational pursuits.
Even so, there’s something excellent about good Scotch, a comfy chair, and some time to relax.

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