Our Own Private Prohibition

I barely made it out to the garden today, except to water, and here’s why: I was assigned the significant job of purging essentially all booze from Avdi’s house.  I won’t go into details, but you can probably guess.  No, it’s not me, because all the booze is now living at my apartment!  Oh whatever will I do??  Ironically, I’m unable to drink very much any more!  Ahaha.  I have to smuggle drinks for Avdi in a flask!  It’s like Prohibition!

But seriously, it’s kind of sad for Avdi to have to adjust even more aspects of his lifestyle to keep his household safe and secure.  What happens elsewhere is another matter, but at home he must take responsibility for his kids’ health and behavior.  It also affects other aspects, like limiting Avdi’s freedom to go out for the evening, e.g., with me tonight, or any time.  It amounts to a curfew.  Even less escape or time out.  The price you pay for having kids.

As it turned out, we did get to go out and check out another new-to-us place in Tower Grove South, a smash burger and drinks joint, where we sat out on the pleasant patio.  It was very relaxed and casual, with excellent burgers and drinks.  There are lots of other taverns and eateries around, for another evening.  We just had time to rush over to Costco for kid meds and foods that kids with various eating disorders will eat.  It’s always like Little India and Asia over there late in the evening, which I love to see.

Now I’m back in my apartment, with a pantry filled with booze instead of food!

 

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