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revelling in whipped cream vodka


Last night, on an impulse, I made the decision to purchase and try Burnett’s Whipped Cream vodka. Possibly one of the best decisions I have made all week – it was fantastic.

At first I mixed it with lemonade, and it was startlingly similar in taste to creamy soda. It did not taste alcoholic at all. Which is kind of dangerous when you think about it. I also had some straight, and even then it barely tasted like vodka.

Then I mixed it with lemon squash, and suddenly I was drinking lemon meringue pie! Which is actually my favourite dessert ever, so needless to say, I was in heaven.

It truly tastes like whipped cream, which essentially means that it tastes like sugar. It doesn’t really get better than that. Plus, it’s vodka, which seems to be the spirit my body handles the best.

I seriously would recommend this to anyone who likes sugar and/or vodka. It’s just delicious!


going to have my first taste of mulled cider

New experiences are all so exciting, if a little scary at times. Luckily, today’s new experience has barely any fear contained within it – I am going to try mulled cider at a great cafe/bar in the city. I love normal cider, so I’m expecting a favourable experience. Especially since I’ve heard so many rave reviews from the people I’m going with.

Other new experiences can cause a lot of trepidation, which means you feel so much prouder after your try them, even if they don’t pay off. Take, for example, trying weird and wacky cuisines in other countries or going bungy jumping. Admittedly, the latter turned out even better than expected, but believe me, it was terrifying beforehand.

Sometimes it takes going out of your comfort zone to discover something truly wonderful – whether it be taking a solo trip to a foreign country or just throwing yourself over the edge of that bridge, and ignoring the instincts telling you to stop despite the ropes attached to your body. Push through your barriers of fear and insecurity, and just put yourself out there to see past the wall that imprisons you.

Your comfort zone, where the magic happens

Your comfort zone vs where the magic happens (Photo credit: oklanica)

Outside your little bubble of safety and comfort, there is a whole world of experiences to try. And if you never attempt to broaden your horizons, then you will nothing in your life will ever change. For some people, that might be desirable if they’ve already reached the pinnacle of their experiences on this planet. But I’d say that for the majority, that’s not what you want. I know I certainly don’t. So I constantly have to push myself, to break through my anxiety and do what terrifies me, lest I never be able to change the feelings that drag me down.

Tonight’s cider expedition will do this on a micro level – I might discover a new drink that becomes a large part of my consumption. Then, I shall just have to take that lesson to an even grander scale on my upcoming trip to South America in June.

I’ll make sure to include what happens and my thoughts on the cider in tomorrow’s post, as sort of a part 2 to this one.

jazzed about having a reason to primp and preen

Tonight is my friend’s cocktail party in celebration of her birthday.

my plans for the night ahead

I’ve been looking forward to it all week, and finally, it has arrived. All that’s left to do is pretty up, put on my social face and shimmy out the door.

I don’t really drink that much, especially when compared to my peers. I don’t fit the stereotypical uni student who drinks and parties every night (but then, I don’t know that many people who do). I go out maybe twice a month, at most. I used to be more social, but over the last year I realised that it was becoming more trouble than it was worth. I’d put all this effort into making myself feel attractive, and then still feel incredibly insecure when I walked into a club or party. And then I’d drink a bit to increase the fun feeling, but not realise when was a reasonable stopping point. And become the girl who hides in the toilets from people.

So, nowadays I go out rarely, and drink only half that time. Part of this, I must admit, was an imposed ban on drinking by my doctor. But upon being cleared to drink again, I haven’t made that much use of it. Nor do I really have big urges to.

It makes me wonder where they used to come from. Australia is a country renowned for it’s drinking culture – beers and barbecues are a standard affair, and there are many tourist cards adorned with the ‘Aussie bloke’ slouching with a beer stubby in hand. Part of this stems from the link between sport and booze, and Australians are also very heavily into sporting events.

This means that many children have been continuously surrounded by beer for most of their lives, and thus it is easy to acquire. Not to mention the typical teenage rebellion of underage drinking.

For me, though, even as an underager I didn’t consume a lot of alcohol. I typically would have one or two drinks at a party, enough to enjoy myself and ‘fit in’, but not enough that my mother would be grounding me for breaking the law. I never got truly drunk until after my 18th birthday.

Even still, I can probably still use my hands to count the number of occasions I have truly been past the point of tipsy. Everyone needs to test their limits at some point, and for me that was the first couple of years of uni. But no more.  It just doesn’t work out well for me.

But tonight, I will be drinking, though I may not hit my furthest points of intoxication. It is a cocktail night, and it may involve Butterbeer, which I am so keen to try, and after all, I am young. I have plenty of time to be responsible, so for now I’ll just blow off steam with a sample of way-too-sugary drinks (I do like them sweet) and a pleasant giddiness.