Realistically it's partying that is my vice. But I think Bushmills is the main culprit in that department. Why? Because I love it. Whiskey is delicious and it's deliciously fun. My friend Rikki and I bought a mini bottle of Bushmills on the way to the Outside Lands concert over the summer, put it in a brown paper bag and drank the whole thing (like complete piles of questionable loser) by the time we got to Golden Gate Park. We found our behavior to be so hilariously classless that we've rolled with it every since.

Yesterday, for example, I received a text message from my cousin:

"You are a person who drinks Steel Reserve out of a shit bag on a Sunday afternoon. That is who you are."

And it's true. I was walking down Valencia in the middle of the day drinking the nastiest malt liquor on the planet. Because I didn't have a paper bag to brown bag it, I had to put it in a compostable dog poo Bio Bag. Ha!

I still find my habits to be hugely entertaining so I don't imagine I'll give them up anytime soon.