Grogged out

THESE days, you can tell what mood I'm in purely by casting a glance at the label on my wine bottle.

The liquour stores here are grog-warehouses, packed to the rafters with hooch and moonshine galore. We can get all the brands of European beers we know and love and the Australian wine shelves are something to go at. If I had a different bottle every night, I'd never get through them all before my time on this earth is done.

A lot of the restaurants here are BYO (bring your own). Something I'm not used to yet is kerchinking my way to the table and popping corks DIY-style all over the place. My next investment is a two-bottle insulator so I can keep my grog by my side and all chilled out.
Last time I had one of those things was when the boys were babies to keep their bottles warm. Oh how things have changed...

So, when I've had a good day at the office, I'll go for the Heaven's Gate and when it's been challenging, it'll be a hefty serving of Arrogant Frog that goes in my glass.
I often have more than my fair share of Promised Land because that's exactly where we are and when I'm feeling mischievous, I'll pick up some Mad Fish or Monkey's Cousin.

After spending a little too much on my essential items like a mascara wand that vibrates to separate my painted lashes, I'll choose a bottle of Cock & Bull. Because that's exactly what I dish out to convince husband it was only half the price I actually paid for it. And when it's been applied, I go straight for a Queen Adelaide Shiraz Cabernet... because that's exactly who I feel like with my lengthy lashes a-plenty. Thank you Ms Lauder.