1) Finish the laundry that's been soaking in Diego's broken washing machine since yesterday.
2) Drink absinthe until I hallucinate.
Mission #1 wasn't much of a problem; Diego took me to a laundromat in town, and after a bit of shouting and way too much money spent on a single teaspoon of detergent, that was that.
Mission #2 was a bit trickier. Those of you who know me know that I'm not much for shots, particularly shots of anything that could melt a hole clear through a Buick. At 140 proof, "The Green Fairy" certainly fits the bill.
But I was committed. Any drink that can supposedly possess a man to slice off his own ear is a drink for which I'll gladly suffer. I suffered through three rather sizable shots. I would have gone for more, too, had the bar not closed.
Normal....
...Magic!The conclusion I've come to is this: modern Absinthe is not a hallucinogen; it's just a strong fucking drink. Granted, the sort of drunk you get from absinthe is a bit different than the sort from, say, gin or beer or Listerine. It's a warm, smiley, I'd-hug-you-if-I-could-get-up sort of drunk. But it's also a sort that keeps you constantly preoccupied with wanting to hallucinate, so you eventually start forcing it.
If you ever see someone at a bar in Prague repeatedly waving his hand back and forth across his eyes, wearing a disappointed expression on his face, that guy was probably drinking Absinthe for the first time.
I'm treading a line dangerously close to plagiarism now, so I'll let Mitch Hedberg take it from here.
Super terrific happy fun! Party time #1!And I'm spent.
Busted Stereotypes:
- Absinthe is a hallucinogen
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