I feel like this is going to be my ‘sliding doors’ moment.
The event that defines the shift from solvent, functioning alcoholic to rum-soaked wastrel.
Australia is a long fucking way from everywhere, and the rum selection at your average bottle-o is rarely enough to raise the pulse. I’ve always relied heavily on overseas adventures to bolster the rum diaries.
Well, say hello to a new dawn. I’ve just discovered online booze shopping….and it is fucking glorious indeed.
I can’t imagine why it took me this long, but somehow Nick’s online emporium of shithot rum has eluded me until now. But now that I’ve found it….well, adios solvency and #adulting.