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Absinthe Minded
Aaaaand we’re back!
You’d think I’d be older and wiser now (that’s what happens on your birthday right?), but I made sure to start the weekend off at a vodka factory ensuring that my mental age wouldn’t advance too much (thanks to some toxic fumes and vodka tasting).
You’re only as young as you think you are…
Wait. Is that right?
Anyway, I’ve successfully killed off enough brain cells to feel young again! Hurray!
Unfortunately, while at the vodka factory I found out that I can’t stand the taste of hard liquor.
So while everyone else enjoyed the sensation of gasoline being poured down their throats, I kept swallowing samples only because doing so would get me closer to the end of the tasting session.
Breath in.
Swallow.
Exhale.
Ugh, when would it end?
Who told the guy it was my birthday?! Oh…I get to sample 2 extra kinds of vodkas now? Oh Joy!
*sob*
When something tastes so bad that you’re told to chug the whole thing while flinging your head back so it doesn’t touch your tongue…then why even waste the calories?!
Same goes for raw oyster! You might as well just cut out the middle man and throw the things straight into the toilette.
The whole experience was topped off with a game involving absinthe: It basically involved me drinking the liquorice flavored concotion and then getting kicked in the stomach by the green fairy.
Ironically, the absinthe tasted pretty good compared to everything else. I could get used to this. Plus, you sip the stuff. So obviosly you’re supposed to enjoy the sublte flavors.
There is nothing wrong with absinthe either: Its reputation to cause hallucinations, sudden hearing loss (via the loss of your ear), and spontaneous killing sprees have been greatly exaggerated. In fact, the green delight was probably the least potent concoction I had that day.
I did learn that it’s probably best not to start the day off with a trip to the local distillery. Nobody complained about the drinking, but after everyone partook in an alcohol induced binge eating session, the most exciting thing we did was fight over the best spots for a nap.
Yes…sleeping at a party is a true testament to getting older.
But at least the green fairies will help me forget exactly HOW old I’m getting.
Glad to have you back! I don’t drink at all, so that would not have been fun for me. I would especially have disliked absinthe. I hate licorice. BLECH! I can’t even stand the smell. So all around…better you than me!
@ catlady: thanks! true…and i get it!
@ surfie: i used to hate licorice. But now i dont mind it…but i dont think i’d want to pay for licorice ever again. You know they have a liquid, sooty black licorice drink in the middle east that would have been your nightmare. not even alcoholic!
Happy Birthday! They do say absinthe makes the heart grow fonder…