messy little things: Nostalgia

I was looking for the right word recently to describe how nostalgic I can be. Nostalgia isn’t quite the word as I don’t yearn to be somewhere in the past, I just tend to be sentimental about my position in time and space. For instance, I love when a couple years down the road in a relationship, lovers are finally able to talk about the agonizing first dates or the previous unrequited love. Or realizing that someone you know well now was having a conversation with your best friend’s husband halfway across the country before you even knew them. I tend to over-think things but I recently went through my old blog and was reading some posts I wrote over a year ago when I first moved to Austin. I wrote this one after I bought my first book on classic cocktails:

http://rachelsotherthings.tumblr.com/post/1354404564/the-cocktail

After this past week, I can’t help but laugh after reading that post not having any idea I would have a job representing the most interesting and unique liquor portfolio in Texas. I also laugh at the last line not having any idea what I would actually mean when I said I was beginning my foray into heavy drinking. Although I did have a hard time transitioning, this past week, the work and the perks made me realize how lucky I am as my current job requires me to be at places like the San Antonio Cocktail Conference and requires me to taste some damn good liquors with their importers and distillers.

Tasting through Bittermens line of bitter liqueurs at Haddington's with Janet and Avery themselves. I'm a sucker for the citron sauvage myself:

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Getting to watch Eric Seed’s under 17% sales pitch. It’s not difficult when the line-up looks like this. Heavy drinking means zucca and tonics at 11 am and that’s okay:

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The Mezcal Mule at Esquire Tavern was my first drink of the conference and the first drink of my royal rookie mistake. My advice is not to drink too much on night one of a cocktail conference…