Saturday night, Vince was out with friends, so it was just me, Jeremy and Edda for the evening. Jeremy asked me what I wanted for dinner and I asked for beef and barley soup. It had been cold, dark and rainy all day because of Hurricane Matthew and I wanted a warm stew.
It’s evenings like this that I wish I enjoyed having a drink. Jeremy was having a beer and I wanted to have something too. We decided to finally open a bottle of scotch whiskey that an old HS boyfriend gave me about a year ago (apparently he doesn’t know how little I drink now – not that I was a drinker in high school either). We had gone to a memorial service of one of Vince’s scout troop member’s dad that morning who passed away a month ago from pancreatic cancer, so we raised a glass in remembrance of him & his life and sent our consoling thoughts to his family.
I hated the scotch, but I did like pouring it into my glass and imagining that I might like it. Jeremy reminded me that in Brady’s fluid dynamics class (the class where we met), Brady talked about the fluid dynamics of scotch – how the vapor pressure differences between water and alcohol result in concentration gradients and allows the alcohol to climb up the glass. I had forgotten this particular lesson.
