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 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.
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.
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.
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Anyway, some of us made it to work this morning, others did not. Green Fairy, you are a cruel little girl.
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Dipping and lighting sugar cubes will work better with a spoon than with a fork. Impailing green fairies, however, requires a fork.
woops, my typo. will change
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I forgot to say that I’ll preparing to attend and then attending a Liberty Fund and not posting this week.
So, that’s where I am.
Cake I Make, An Odd Brush with Greatness, and a Life Goal all in the pipeline.
Enjoy the weekend.
And, rea…
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.
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.
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.
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.
Assume the pink elephants were probably in your dreams. The purple ones were entirely real tho.
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.
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.
Where are the Sylvias pictures? (bitches!)
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-
Things I now hate:
Midori
Green grass, trees, etcetera
Mountain Dew (mountain don’t…)
Street signs
My raincoat (absinthe green)
Good absinthe songs:
Black Eyed Peas – Let’s Get Retarded
Kris Kristofferson – Help Me Make It Through The Night
Otis Redding – Ole Man Trouble (just leave me alone)
Jr. Walker and the All Stars – Shoot Your Shot
Curtis Mayfield – If There’s Hell Below, We’re All Going to Go
Dig in!
Let me turn your attentuon to fellow Smorgasblog DCF&UUml;D: -Would you like to get seven people seriously f*cked up and feeling positively awful the whole day? Give them just one bottle of smuggled absinthe. Mix in a little white wine,…
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).
Which EU countries allow this stuff? Granted, I haven’t conducted a thorough search, but I haven’t seen it for sale in Bavaria.
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