jackpot.

background information: my parents are very conservative and very against alcohol. there is no drinking allowed whatsoever, not even wine with communion. like all good baptists, we drink grape juice when we're partaking of the blood of christ. 

so whenever my parents come to visit me, there is a frantic rush to hide all evidence whatsoever that alcohol has ever touched my virgin lips. this usually results in wine bottles being shoved into mandy's closet and half-empty bottles of vodka being stashed under the couch. 

so. this weekend, i decide to do some spring cleaning. i'm cleaning out the kitchen cabinets in an attempt to make a little bit more room for the new roommate. 

i opened the cabinet above my fridge and HOLYCRAP there's alcohol up there. i can't remember when i stashed it there. i can't even remember who it all belongs to (certainly not me. there's vermouth up there and i can't recall ever in my entire life buying a bottle of vermouth. i'm not classy like that.) 

but all i know is, i will be sampling each and every bottle tonight in order to determine if it's still potable or not. 

jack.pot.