Franklinsanity

6 pm Sunday, New Britain, CT:  

Step one:  buy – or get gifted – a whack-ton of scotch. Preferably single malt. 

Step two:  stash it where it is accessible and visible. Possibly somewhat in the way. 

Step three:  whether by luck, or otherwise, engineer a situation where, temporarily, there is no other easily accessible alcohol. Like, say, a bottle of beer or wine. 

Step four:  go out to a great dinner, albeit one that ends slightly early. 

Step five:  settle down on the couch, and suggest that maybe a final glass of wine is in order. Offer to open and fetch said wine. 

Step six:  be amused and gratified when s/he says it seems like a waste to open a whole bottle…and why don’t you have some of that scotch that is taking up so much space?

Step seven:  enjoy a fine single malt, the peatier the better, drinking to your spouse’s health.