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Green Fairy, why do you hate me so?
The lovely lafb, having recently returned from Barcelona, was kind enough to get a respectable amount of Absinthe through customs in an empty plastic water bottle. There was only one thing to be done, so last night maw, rj3, zaf, snh, wrc, amg, and ejg got together to do our bright green duty.
Instructions: Soak sugar cubes in Absinthe placed on spoon. Set on fire. Burn till sugar caramelizes. Stir. Add a healthy splash of water to give it a pretty milky color and change the taste from completely intolerable to moderately intolerable. Your lips will then go numb.
Anyway, some of us made it to work this morning, others did not. Green Fairy, you are a cruel little girl. Posted by zaf at March 18, 2005 1:10 PMTrackback PingsTrackBack URL for this entry: Listed below are links to weblogs that reference Green Fairy, why do you hate me so?:
» http://www.courtneyknapp.com/blog/index.php?p=505 from Ramble On. Tracked on March 18, 2005 2:32 PM
» Dig in! from DCSOB Tracked on March 22, 2005 1:47 PM CommentsDipping and lighting sugar cubes will work better with a spoon than with a fork. Impailing green fairies, however, requires a fork. Posted by: Michael at March 18, 2005 2:02 PM woops, my typo. will change Posted by: zaf at March 18, 2005 2:07 PM Oh my, that is some hateful, hateful stuff. The evening started out all wine-and-cheese-look-at-how-cultured-we-are curiosity, but ended with passing around a bottle of vodka sitting on the floor talking nonsense. This morning, I was so stupid I could barely turn out an email compnaining about how stupid I felt. Posted by: rj3 at March 18, 2005 2:33 PM I still can't feel my tongue. But man, I can feel the little men rubbing sandpaper against my eyes. Reminds me of Arrak but without the pretense of survivability. Posted by: WRC at March 18, 2005 2:34 PM Since last night I seem to have developed a learned reaction where I get really nervous and jumpy at the color green. I hate the world. Posted by: zaf at March 18, 2005 2:42 PM Last night I had strange dreams which seemed like natural continuations of the evening's get-together. Now it's a bit of a chore to sort out what actually happened and what my poor, abused brain simply made up after the fact. Posted by: snh at March 18, 2005 2:49 PM Assume the pink elephants were probably in your dreams. The purple ones were entirely real tho. Posted by: zaf at March 18, 2005 2:54 PM Wow. I guess it's a testament to my own innate chemical imbalances that I haven't felt as perky and un-ADD-ish as I do today in quite a while. I'm saddened I had to miss the vodka and silliness...but suitcases don't (usually) pack themselves. Posted by: Michael at March 18, 2005 3:52 PM This is very odd, as I and my fellow traveler consumed large amounts of absinthe most nights we were in Barcelona, and the only time we were too badly off was when it got mixed with large quanitites of wiskey. perhaps you should try drinking lots of water, that is what we did. of course, dancing in a disco on the beach until 6 AM helped too. Posted by: lafb at March 18, 2005 4:12 PM Where are the Sylvias pictures? (bitches!) Posted by: Michael at March 18, 2005 4:19 PM Becasue of the anonymous nature of some of our bloggers, we may have to wait till we're coherant enough to photoshop out the faces i fear- Posted by: zaf at March 18, 2005 4:34 PM Things I now hate: Good absinthe songs: Posted by: snh at March 18, 2005 6:01 PM Your brand of absinthe favors a St. Patrick's Day rail drink lightly tinged with a very synthetic dyestuff. Next time someone's in Spain, go to France and get a better brand (Emile 68 is the only label I remember--truly worth the extra fric if you want neurologic flippancy without the off-color vodka hangover). Posted by: JK at March 23, 2005 10:59 PM Which EU countries allow this stuff? Granted, I haven't conducted a thorough search, but I haven't seen it for sale in Bavaria. Posted by: Amanda at April 2, 2005 4:10 AM I am deeply afraid of getting something of better quality- afterall, if this is what happens with low quality stuff, they'd probably have to hose me down from the walls with anything else Posted by: zaf at April 2, 2005 11:02 AM Post a comment |
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This and other questions- like is it really possible for eyeballs to grow hair and why is my brain leaking out of my ears- are what I'm contemplating this Friday morning. Bloody hell. 
The water technique- dripping water over sugar cubes placed on a fork or slotted spoon until they have melted into a single shot of Absinthe- was overturned in favor of the fire technique- a process that uses no water, a healthy dose of pyromania, and incidentally three shots of Absinthe. And cheap white wine as a chaser.
