There are only so many times you can make the same journey home before even the prospect of walking in your front door becomes a chore. Anna and I had tread the same paving stones after a wander through Edinburgh so many times, it had all become a blur. It became an almost involuntary motion as we put one foot in front of the other and slowly shuffled our way home.
One day, we decided to throw it all to fate and take a right turn.
It was the best right turn I have ever taken.
What began as simply a change of scenery took us from France to Cairo, Taipei and onward to many distant places.
Little did we know, that simple diversion from our steadfast path would take us on the Voyage of Buck.
I don’t know what the etiquette is for reviewing the place where you work as I have never encountered this issue before. If I have a great time and tell you all how wonderful it is, I run the risk of seeming quite disingenuous or sycophantic. If I had a terrible time and told you the warts and all story of my ordeal… I would probably get fired.
It’s a pretty Catch 22 situation I found myself in.
That being said, after a short deliberation with myself, I realised the inalienable truth about any and all blogs. I don’t have to write anything.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been incorrect for a long proportion of my adult life. There exists, out there in the world, a drink which we have forced to hide in the shadows, gathering dust on bar shelves across the country due to our own ignorance and misinformation.
As you have gleaned from the title, I am talking about tequila.
I can feel you all turning up your noses and reaching for the door as I type these words. I implore you to hear me out!