Living in Tennessee, you can’t buy booze or wine anywhere other than a liquor store. I found this out the hard way, searching for a bottle of anything one Sunday afternoon shortly upon my relocation to Nashville (the horror of having to drink water with supper). You also can’t buy anything other than beer on Sundays after 12pm, which makes one have to pre-plan for any and all Sunday situations (hard for this blonde brain of mine).
If you’re a regular reader, you’re well aware that I’m fond of a cocktail (or five) and often partake in libations with family and friends.
One of my favorite pastimes when visiting my home state of Iowa is perusing the most fabulous grocery store of all time, Hy-Vee. With sparkling clean floors, produce that appears to have been grown in the backyard and Chinese food that would put PF Chang’s to shame, there’s not only a helpful smile in every aisle…
…THERE’S AN ENTIRE LIQUOR SECTION.
In Iowa (as in many other smart states), you are able to buy liquor, wine and beer any and every day of the week. You can get it at the grocery store, gas stations, Walgreens, Target, Walmart or a liquor store.
I forgot how easy one stop shopping could be as I twirled my way through the rows upon rows of libations, calling my name for their inclusion in my shopping cart. It’s my own personal field of dreams.
As if picking a gigantic bottle of wine up with my gluten-free crackers wasn’t enough to send me over the edge of bliss, I can also shop for my all time fave collegiate sports team…the Iowa Hawkeyes, while on my way to the check out.
While Tennessee is thisclose to passing a bill that would allow wine to be sold in grocery stores (which would be fabulous, of course), I’m lazy and want it all in one place. Because even if this bill passes, I still have to make an extra stop for my beloved Captain, vodka and moonshine.
However, I will still be tickled pink (what other color could I be, really?) if it turns out Tennesseans are able to buy wine at the grocery in the near future.
Until then, I will be dancing in the heavenly Hy-Vee liquor aisles with reckless abandon.
Until you hear “clean up in rum aisle” over the loud speaker.