White Russian

Long Winded Instructions

Suddenly, you catch your own reflection in your kitchen's window. You must have spaced out thinking about your trip. It's been a long day. Why did you choose the flight that had five different stops just to save $20 in airfare? Not worth it. The last leg wasn't too bad though. They had lots of movies to choose from in that screen on the seat in front of you. Lucky that they did too, because your tablet that you had loaded up with all eight seasons of Who's the Boss? ran out of juice way too early. Now, you may never find out who, ultimately, turned out to be the titular boss.

Oop. You did it again. This time you stare into your reflection. Who is this person glaring back at you? It's good to be home, but you haven't yet shed the stress of the day. It feels like it's weighing you down. What are you doing with your life? Also... why did you come in here?

Oh yeah! Your wife sent you in here to make drinks. You don't really feel like having one though. It's late. Maybe you should just go to bed.

What was with that scene where the Dude was flying through the bowling alley in outer space? Bizarre. You've seen that movie a hundred times, but somehow it felt like such a treat to find it in the list of available movies on the flight. Sometimes you feel like Donny; barely keeping up and totally out of your element.

"What? ... yeah I'm in the kitchen... yeah I'll make drinks. What do you want?"

Anything? Really? You doubt that she'll actually be happy with just anything. If you guess wrong, you'll end up drinking both. You don't know what to make.

"It really tied the room together," you say out loud. A smile breaks through your grim expression. What would the Dude do in this situation? Yes! You've got it.

White Russians. Simple, quick, and Dude approved. The wife likes them too.

You put two parts Vodka to one part Kahlua in a glass. You add a splash of heavy cream. Then, you add ice and stir. It's so simple. You really nailed it.

"Hey careful man, there's a beverage here," you exclaim!

"What? Nothing, I was just talking to myself... I said I was talking to my... never mind. Yeah the drinks are ready."

You glance back at your reflection. Things aren't so bad. You can enjoy a quiet evening at home and take a break from solving everyone else's problems. After all, you're only one person. Tomorrow you'll go back to being the Northwest Regional Distribution Manager. Tonight, you're just Jeffrey.