Like all good adventures, this one begins with alcohol.
Last March, I hunkered down with everyone else, eschewing human contact, living hand to mouth surviving on the contents of my pantry (decades old rice cakes, expired cream of mushroom soup, rancid-ish rice, freezer burned chicken, ancient frozen fish). That was all fine, but when I ran out of cider, that was a bridge too far.
What to do? Naturally, I started ordering elderberry cider by the case from Lost Giants Cider Co. At first I told myself it was to keep them from going out of business. They had to survive the pandemic, I reasoned. One day we’d again sit inside and mingle with other cider lovers. And for a couple of months, that too, was good enough company for me. A can of cider, a jigsaw puzzle. Eventually I dragged out the old Wii. I spent those first weeks Zooming with friends, watching a lot of Netflix, writing. I could do this, I thought, sipping my cider and ordering another puzzle from Amazon. It’s not so bad. A few weeks of staying home and it’ll all be fine.
But by the time July rolled around and we were STILL stuck at home, I had grown tired of sitting on my front porch and waving at the neighbors for fun. I needed more. So, though I initially felt jilted and abandoned when my two (straight female) BFFs started online dating, after a couple of ciders and some peeking at a couple of dating sites, I joined them. Why not? I hadn’t dated in 20 years, but I had met my ex-wife in one of the very first online dating sites back in 1999 or 2000. That wasn’t all bad. Said the fifth case of elderberry cider.
By mid-July, I’d started corresponding with a likely candidate. She seemed intelligent and intriguing in all the right ways. We agreed on an appropriately socially-distanced kayaking first date. Always the prepared boy scout, I packed a mini-lunch to share: 2 ciders, some almonds, some string cheese, dried mango.
I knew my first date was doomed when she refused my offer of a cider after our paddle. We did not paddle again. My second (different) date, however, welcomed my cider offer midway through our paddle a couple of weeks later. After that auspicious beginning, we dated long enough to enjoy many ciders together, discovering an affinity for peppered ciders, jalapeno pineapple, habanero pineapple. We kicked it up to spicy town. For six months.
That’s more than my two BFFs can say. They’re still wading through sites full of pictures of half-naked men wielding fish as if that’s what attracts women . . .
17 thoughts on “A is for Alcohol (cider, actually)”
I love to read your writing Pam. Your voice comes through in your own inimitable way. The A-Z theme makes me hopeful for more.
Thanks Stef! Good to be posting again, albeit a bit nervously 🙂 And yes, a veritable alphabet of online dating adventures awaits. It’s probably the most fun I’ve had brainstorming topics!
“Said the fifth case of elderberry cider” hahahahaha I admire your commitment to supporting local businesses. 😁
Thanks Nicole! I am very committed to keeping them in business!
Amusing blog. Good for you–doing the A-Z challenge. You got me into it initially, but…not returning this year. I suggest you revisit out Bellingham Cider Company, where my grandson Christian now has a job. He’s behind the scenes doing a dishwashing gig.
Good for Christian! That’s fantastic. Thanks for giving this a read , my friend.
I’m glad you’re back to blogging!!! And dating. xo
Thanks pal! It is really awesome to be back to both.
Your blog is amazing 🙂
I’m grateful I get to read your words – you make me smile. And relate to the alcohol part – we decided early on in the pandemic that buying cases of beer from Kulshan, to keep them in business of course, was the absolutely right thing to do.
Great minds, Laura! Shop local. It is absolutely the right thing to do. 🙂
Found this a bit late. So glad you’re blogging, and delighted that the alphabet is 26 letters long. So much fun reading ahead.
Thank you Amory!