Easter eve my gf and I went out to dinner at a local restaurant. We stopped in at the bar on our way out, as we were both in the mood for an after dinner drink. I had some Frangelico on the rocks, my gf had Amaretto.
The owner came out to the bar and we began chatting. I complimented her on the mushroom raviolis I’d just eaten. She wanted us to join her in Easter Shots. So we did. Shot after shot of Jagermeister. And every time we put down our empty shot glasses, she gestured for the bartender to fill-em-up.
So now we have a new tradition. Easter Shots. OMG.
At some point I phoned my brother and drunkenly chatted with him. He woke us up the next morning by calling, and when I answered (groggily) his response was, “So, he is risen!”
We are already looking forward to next year’s Easter Shots. Tradition!
We had Easter Monday Whiskey and Banjo night at our house. Our guests are The Sure Things and it was a lot of fun, listening to them jam and actually compose a song until I realized that in two hours I had to get my son ready for school.
This morning is going somewhat rough. Oh wait, its afternoon. Delete the “somewhat” part of the first sentence. Fortunately, tonight I have an overnight babysitter. The show will go to 1 and then the party will go till???
But yeah, jager shots. Ever have jagerbombs with red bull? Ummm, deadly.
Dissolve? In Jagermeister? I can imagine them screaming in horror or puking in disgust, but not dissolving. Jagermeister only dissolves taste buds and stomach linings.
(I’m not a fan of the stuff, if you can’t tell. It’s like bad cough syrup, without the dubious medicinal value.)
