Life in glass

I like the idea of alcohol. I said "idea" because it is beautiful mostly in my imagination.

I rarely touch alcohol and never physically tempted by it. For the whole "twenty-something" years, I have been actually drunk twice. I got drunk the first time when I was three, it was over something called "jiu niang" in Chinese, which is also known as sweet wine, or rice wine. It is usually used as dessert rather than alcohol. I don't consider that experience as alcohol drinking, because I didn't know anything about alcohol and didn't intend to get drunk. The second time I got drunk was a few years ago, when I wanted to know what it feels to be drunk. In the same fashion I took Chinese traditional medicine, I closed my nose with fingers and took 3 or 4 shots of Tequila within 15 minutes, then I ended up puking for 8 times within 40 minutes and sleeping for half a night around my toilet. It served my purpose: at least I now know what being drunk feels like--not so good:P

Those are not some drinking experience to brag about, yet I never stop imaging myself gracefully holding a uniquely shaped, tall, elegant and stylish cocktail glass, with rich and colorful liquids inside it, half gone.... sometimes, I am dressed in my favorite skinny strap cotton dress, standing in the balcony under a cool starry night, watching a busy city becoming quite and peaceful...other times, I am lying in a hammock hanging between two huge coconut trees on a beautiful beach, feeling the cool and moist wind from sea kissing my face...Life gradually thickens into my glass, while I take a small sip, and another one...