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thejunipertreeThe Engineer and I procured a bottle of absinthe and decided to celebrate his first tasting of the drink with an evening of boozing, playing Scrabble, and watching Moulin Rouge.
Yeah, I went there.
All the major players of the night: Absente brand absinthe, Scrabble (on a lazy Susan base!), and monster trail mix from Target. If only they'd take the fucking raisins out, I'd never eat anything else ever again.
I graciously allowed the Engineer to do the honors for the evening, as he was so incredibly psyched about this.
"It's got legs!" he said with glee. "That's from the sugar cube, doofus." I shat all over his parade.
Tasting for the first time ever.
The verdict is: not bad!
I've got a serious case of drunkface at this point. Miss Tracy just doesn't allow nice photos to be taken of her. This is why I love her.
We give up all pretense of civility.
Umm.
We each had one glass and were just soused. And while I've had a variety of absinthes before this, ranging from rotgut hootch steeped in a mason jar to some of the better French kinds, this was the warmest, happiest drunk I think I've ever had.
Absente's not the best I've ever tasted, but it had Vincent Van Gogh on the box in this trippy tryptech and came with a spoon shaped like the Eiffel tower. It was also almost thirty dollars cheaper than the other three kinds available at the store we went to. The Engineer originally wanted to go with one of those, but I told him it would be best not. If it turned out he didn't like it at all, it wouldn't be as much of a loss for him.
Luckily, he enjoyed it. And now seems to be hurtling into the midst of a new obsession, as he's already started researching other brands to try and joined the Wormwood Society's webpage. hee.
Yeah, I went there.
All the major players of the night: Absente brand absinthe, Scrabble (on a lazy Susan base!), and monster trail mix from Target. If only they'd take the fucking raisins out, I'd never eat anything else ever again.
I graciously allowed the Engineer to do the honors for the evening, as he was so incredibly psyched about this.
"It's got legs!" he said with glee. "That's from the sugar cube, doofus." I shat all over his parade.
Tasting for the first time ever.
The verdict is: not bad!
I've got a serious case of drunkface at this point. Miss Tracy just doesn't allow nice photos to be taken of her. This is why I love her.
We give up all pretense of civility.
Umm.
We each had one glass and were just soused. And while I've had a variety of absinthes before this, ranging from rotgut hootch steeped in a mason jar to some of the better French kinds, this was the warmest, happiest drunk I think I've ever had.
Absente's not the best I've ever tasted, but it had Vincent Van Gogh on the box in this trippy tryptech and came with a spoon shaped like the Eiffel tower. It was also almost thirty dollars cheaper than the other three kinds available at the store we went to. The Engineer originally wanted to go with one of those, but I told him it would be best not. If it turned out he didn't like it at all, it wouldn't be as much of a loss for him.
Luckily, he enjoyed it. And now seems to be hurtling into the midst of a new obsession, as he's already started researching other brands to try and joined the Wormwood Society's webpage. hee.
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Date: 2010-03-29 04:37 am (UTC)I fucking love the look on his face.
also, DAMMIT I MISS YOU GUYS.
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Date: 2010-03-29 03:24 pm (UTC)