Lessons with Absinthe
Chantel
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I would give you a blow by blow account of the weekend. But I can’t remember. And you know, I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t kiss and tell although I will admit to liking the kissing part quite a bit.
Because the Pope was worried about St. Patricks day ruining Palm Sunday he moved it to the 15th. I don’t know if he expected that it would cause 4 days of debauchery but I bet the effect he was looking was lost on those who think that its just another excuse to celebrate St. Patricks day for 4 days in a row. Actually the truth is, Dr. B would celebrate St. Patricks Day ever day of the year. However, he can’t because it would compete with Mardi Gras, Halloween, New Year and, Secretary’s Day. So he was really happy with 4 days of reasons to be drunk.
Where it all started: The largest Irish Festival west of the Mississippi
The next day, plans were made and scheme’s were hatched. With Kerri and her husband for a grown up’s evening. Unfortunately Dr. B immediately ruined any schemes to be sophisticated and cultured when out of his pocket, came strands of green shiny beads which, we were order to wear throughout dinner and into the night.
By the way dinner? Whoever decided to wrap jalapeno’s with bacon after they stuffed them with goat cheese is a goddamn genius and I will be going back to Casa Del Matador to make out with the chef on a regular basis. After dinner Dr. B decides to invite the crew to his place for absinthe.
Dr. B first discovered absinthe was legal in the US during a trip to New Orleans for his birthday in January. Where I received no less than 3 drunk dials. Where Dr. B proclaims, “dude I swear I’m not a drunk dialer, this stuff is potent.” He has since become devoted. Devoted in the sense that he doesn’t have near the alcohol tolerance I used to have. So he’s a teatotaler who loves absinthe. Weird huh?
A little known fact: Chantel should never drink absinthe after 2 margarita’s, before 1 bourbon, two beers and 1 vodka soda. The result?
Elvis Glasses
Green beads
Bad Pool Hall behavior
And Pirate Patches with bling
And then this, spinning, double vision and flashing lights.
Any questions?
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Reader Comments (7)
I will take full responsibility for playing the worst possible pool a person can play, and partial responsibility for that patch of Brian's, and that picture. If only because I totally gave him most of my Absinthe, because I'm a wimp and I flee from anything even remotely black licorice-y in taste and smell. But the flaming sugar cubes were awesome, as was the rest of the night. Except the part where I sucked at pool and apparently wanted to lick one of the balls (that's what she said), whilst I was TOTALLY SOBER. But hey, that's actually still pretty funny.
and for the love of darwin
Jlapenoes wrapped in bacon and full of sheese????
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit
I might touch myself