Oh, hey, I recommend the absinthe service at, um, I'd have to look up the restaurant but it was in Vegas. Lee might remember. There were a lot of flaming vapors involved, pretty spectacular.
Ooooh.
But I have to be That Guy for a second: setting absinthe on fire isn't a traditional way of serving it AT ALL, and people who are Serious Absinthe Snobs get really cranky and elitist about it.
I am not a Serious Absinthe Snob. I have opinions about what I like, and approve of setting things on fire.
As I recall, the fire was an optional bit that I could have declined for Serious Snobby or general anti-fire reasons. But I did not, because I am all about setting things on fire (in a safe and controlled manner, of course).
Flaming absinthe always takes me back to the bar/club/restaurant/gallery Radost in Prague and a flaming bar when a drunken newbie expat would inevitably freak a bit and drop the spoon...man, 18 years ago.
My cats are curled up on the couch with me, actually touching, and one of them is farting. Jesus. I'm guessing Pumpkin because she nabbed some chicken empanada this morning. She loooves chicken empanadas, the pastry and the filling. She likes the pastry on the chorizo one, but isn't so interested in the chorizo. And it isn't the spice level as they're about the same.
I spilled flaming absinthe on my brother's dining room table. sloshed it a bit, you know, after having a drink or two myself.
Oh my god, I have beef jerky! How could I forget that? Grass-fed organic gluten-free beef jerky of the gods. Yum.
Earlier today I posted CJ's senior pictures on FB. Now I'm feeling melancholy.
The passage of time is a bitch, Suzi.
For the first time since since I have been trying various products on my slow tub drain, the "flush with hot water" step actually drained right away. Drano Max Gel is looking pretty effective!
I've been afraid of the various Dranos, I keep hearing they'll wreck your plumbing.