4. Gin love song

One day I’ll write something really lovely and interesting about my relationship with alcohol. For now, I just want to focus on gin.

Like a lot of young women, when I was 18 the only thing I could ever dream of drinking was sweet white wine. Gin was the farthest thing from my idea of a delicious drink. Truthfully, it stayed that way for a long time, until I was in Scotland.

In Scotland, Bombay Sapphire is incredibly affordable. Like 10£ affordable.

I drank a lot of gin.

I also drank a lot of Magners. But then I got too poor for gin around March of my study abroad, so I quit gin.

And then I must have had some deep seeded anger against it after that because I didn’t drink it for another two years.

I’m pretty sure I was at a bar with one of my friends and she ordered a gin and tonic, so naturally I also ordered a gin and tonic. And while we were both sitting there, drinking, we locked eyes and I said “I LOVE this.”

“…drinking?” she offered, confused.

“No, no, gin. I love GIN.”

“Did you not already?! You’re probably the last person on the gin train.”

“I am?!”

“I mean, come on, we’re about to graduate and be real adults, why has it taken you so long to love gin?” I didn’t have an answer.

But that’s how it started.