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alexpgpWhat does a fellow have to do to get a drink around here?
Coming home after doing a bunch of stuff down in Clear Lake, I stopped to do some food shopping at a yuppie-haven supermarket down the street, and could not find the wine display. I tagged a clerk unpacking boxes and asked where the wine was hidden.
"We don't sell wine," said the lad.
"Where can I buy some?" I asked.
The young man furrowed his brow and said, "You go down 518 until you cross the county line into Friendswood. There's a liquor store there."
Seeing my quizzical look, he added, "This is a semi-dry county. You can buy beer, but not wine or hard liquor."
Wow. I've been living here for over a month and hadn't noticed. It's my first conscious run-in with such regulations (if you don't count blue laws, and they date pretty much from my youth), and it's evidence, I suppose, that I'm probably not an alcoholic. Semi-dry. Humph, and other comments.
On the other hand, the fact that I am considering dipping into my stock of Becherovka (a deadly Czech concoction from Karlovy Vary) seems evidence that I probably am.
It's almost 9 pm and Lee hasn't been by yet. The sausage and kraut is cooling off, my Casablanca DVD is playing on the PS2, and I have to pack for an early departure tomorrow. Yikes.
Cheers...
Coming home after doing a bunch of stuff down in Clear Lake, I stopped to do some food shopping at a yuppie-haven supermarket down the street, and could not find the wine display. I tagged a clerk unpacking boxes and asked where the wine was hidden.
"We don't sell wine," said the lad.
"Where can I buy some?" I asked.
The young man furrowed his brow and said, "You go down 518 until you cross the county line into Friendswood. There's a liquor store there."
Seeing my quizzical look, he added, "This is a semi-dry county. You can buy beer, but not wine or hard liquor."
Wow. I've been living here for over a month and hadn't noticed. It's my first conscious run-in with such regulations (if you don't count blue laws, and they date pretty much from my youth), and it's evidence, I suppose, that I'm probably not an alcoholic. Semi-dry. Humph, and other comments.
On the other hand, the fact that I am considering dipping into my stock of Becherovka (a deadly Czech concoction from Karlovy Vary) seems evidence that I probably am.
It's almost 9 pm and Lee hasn't been by yet. The sausage and kraut is cooling off, my Casablanca DVD is playing on the PS2, and I have to pack for an early departure tomorrow. Yikes.
Cheers...
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those sneaky Czechs
Date: 2001-03-12 07:36 pm (UTC)Re: those sneaky Czechs
Me, I prefer Gammel Dansk.
Cheers...
P.S. Yours was the item I was replying to the other day when the lights went out, so to speak, on my computer.