Life in a Dry Town
Some of you may have noticed I seem preoccupied with alcohol. I want to set the record straight: I don't have a drinking problem, but I do have a BIG not drinking problem.
I my village, there is no bar, pub, licensed restaurant, etc. To travel to the nearest village with a bar involves not only a plane flight (begins to tremble), but a fare of over $1,000 CDN.
In the good old days, we used to be able to air freight up beer and other alcoholic beverages, and we didn't complain much about paying $10/kg freight charges. Especially since the Societe des Alcools du Quebec sells something called Alcool, a hefty liquor boasting 94% alcohol by volume.
All was well until the mayor of this town, in his evangelical-deranged fervour, determined that no one could order more than $75 per month of alcohol, and managed to get the suppliers and the police to agree to this. Now $75 will not even get me a 26 oz bottle of 20-year old Bowmore, so I'm right fucked.
The only people happy about this are the bootleggers (one of which is the son of the mayor) who charge $100 for a mickey of diluted vodka.
When the glorious revolution comes . . . . .
I my village, there is no bar, pub, licensed restaurant, etc. To travel to the nearest village with a bar involves not only a plane flight (begins to tremble), but a fare of over $1,000 CDN.
In the good old days, we used to be able to air freight up beer and other alcoholic beverages, and we didn't complain much about paying $10/kg freight charges. Especially since the Societe des Alcools du Quebec sells something called Alcool, a hefty liquor boasting 94% alcohol by volume.
All was well until the mayor of this town, in his evangelical-deranged fervour, determined that no one could order more than $75 per month of alcohol, and managed to get the suppliers and the police to agree to this. Now $75 will not even get me a 26 oz bottle of 20-year old Bowmore, so I'm right fucked.
The only people happy about this are the bootleggers (one of which is the son of the mayor) who charge $100 for a mickey of diluted vodka.
When the glorious revolution comes . . . . .
posted by nanuk at 6:24 AM Permafrost
6 Comments:
Hmmm. Certainly a shame. I don't really know what to say, but that's certainly a shame...
Why not move to a more civilized part of the country or try making your own moonshine? Heres one for you.........ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh good.
Charity - any commiseration is appreciated. Thanks for yours.
Anon - don't rub it in. BTW did you know home stills for personal consumption are legal in New Zealand? Talk about civilized!
That just seems so very unCanadian. What if it were a gift?
Anna - probably the same - the local council seems to take great pleasure in raining on my parades.
that is so retarded
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