I’m still alive. (ain’t you happy to know it? You know you are)
If I was an able, dedicated drinker and moved in certain circles, I would be sipping on these everyday. (Champagne and absinthe). Can’t you imagine the coolness of that?
My in-laws have a beloved story that they recount every single Christmastime without fail.
They were all gathered at the house of the 3 grandsons. These three grandsons were roughly 8,6 and 4. They were all told they could not run down the stairs to open Christmas presents until the adults told them that they could. So, many years of a photo of the kids perched at the top of the stairs.
As the story goes, all of the adults opened up the champagne and orange juice at about 6am. By 7:30, all boxes had been opened, all adults were completely smashed and went back to bed to sleep for a few hours. Leaving the kids to enjoy the presents.
I’ve had absinthe, but just as a drink – never did the fancy teaspoon over a flame stuff. It supposedly contains thujone, a hallucinogenic substance, but the reality is that absinthe is really just a beverage with very high alcohol content and typically only trace amounts of thujone. If I wanted to get seriously stoned, cannabis flower, cannabis oil, and cannabis concentrate are all legal here. Just a few drops of cannabis concentrate on a soda cracker brings a whole new meaning to “Christ on a cracker!”.
But I don’t. Just give me my vodka and Caesar mix and leave me in peace.
When I was a kid, circa 1962 my parents discovered sake and they invited another couple over to partake this mysterious form of alcohol. It being a grown-up thing neither my brother or I were interested so we left the four of them in the living room having a grand time heating and sipping the stuff while we played in our bedroom.
The overheard conversation got louder and louder then stopped. After a few minutes we went to investigate and found all of them passed out. They didn’t seem in distress so we let them be. After another hour the conversations started up again, more sedately.