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In the fuss over Washington State Liquor Stores having to close in a couple of months, I realized my own alcohol supply is pathetic. (One inch of Finlandia vodka, and a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream.) So I'm stocking up before the state-run stores close, and big business takes over. I discovered a cute little liquor store downtown on my way home, and picked up a bottle of buttershots (it was lightweight. That particular store doesn't have many moderate-sized bottles). Upon my return home, I decided to make the one drink I could: a Slippery Nipple. Alas, I have no shot glasses. I ended up using a plastic champagne flute, which worked very nicely. However, today when I went to Value Village, I checked out their selection. 99% of Value Village shot glasses are souveniers. What did I pick? A big heavy square thing from Wallace, Idaho. Oh, Wallace! In the great blur of travel from home to grandparents in Montana, Wallace stood out, because it was the last place on I-90 where you had to divert through town and go through a stoplight. (Take note of that, I once saw that trivia come up on Jeopardy.)

And good news to all my friends who hated my warm yet hideous hobo coat: the main reason I went to Value Village was for a new winter coat. I can now look a little classier.