Saturday night C and I went to M’s place for drinking and conversation. G and K joined us and much fun was had by all. Due to alcohol, more alcohol and other things, the conversation got progressively weirder. Here are some of the highlights:
Me: This is gonna sound weird, but I want you know that I mean it in the best way possible and I’m only looking out for your interests. Now, do you want to lick some cream out of my half-eaten eclair?
G: (after a bizarre game of “I Never”) What should we play next?
K: How about we play “sitting around and talking?”
Me: I know this is taking me forever to drink. I thought about just shooting the absinthe. I think it would make me throw up, though.
M: Any time “throw up” is an option, choose otherwise.
M: (in a British accent) Oh dear. It’s a billy goat!
K: (talking about the first batch of eclairs that he made) Well, my piping bag was too small and the cream didn’t go in correctly. There were lots of air bubbles.
G: Yeah, I tried one and got pastry splooge all over my face.
C: (after watching me drink for an “I Never” statement) What?!? Are you kidding me? You never told me that!
Me: I’m fairly certain I did. I’m also fairly certain I told you when you had been drinking. Drink more so you can forget again.
So I got to try absinthe, it is horrid. But a long conversation with H has prompted me to try it with more sugar cubes and possibly light one of those on fire. So I’ll try that.