This is my flask. The beau got me this as a Christmas gift the first year we dated. He also gave me sushi plates and liquor-filled chocolates. I guess he knew me pretty well even then.

I’ve found the booze that will go in my flask on my wedding day.

Does that sound bad? Does it sound bad to bust out your own personal supply of booze at your hitchin’? No matter. That’s probably the only job I’ll put my brigadiers in charge of: Flask Management. And babysitting my camera.**

But back to what’s going in the flask: The beau is into liquor infusions. In fact, he just finished infusing Glenfiddich with dates. Yeah, dates. I don’t know where he gets these ideas from, either.

But my most favorite is the cherry-infused Maker’s Mark. The cherries smooth and mellow the bourbon, but it still has bite. Plus, they lend a really kickin’ red color. Observe:

I just hope I don’t dribble on my dress.

Did you plan on packing a flask for the big day?

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* You’re welcome, Kimmo.

** I have this improbable plan that, at some point during the ceremony, we will briefly pause so that I can take pictures of our guests sitting out there, staring back at me. Yeah, I know this is weird. But I am weird. Sorry about that.