Mixers

It’s always nice to relax in a social situation. Especially one which expands your social circle. Last night I attended just such a suaree with Mr and Mrs. Monkey King, for our departing fellow Frabjous Dave. And, in a flurry of livejournal madness, a bunch of folks whose pages are linked through theirs were in attendance.

Having skipped the tailgate in the morning (too soon removed from Friday night’s excesses, no ticket, cable paid in full) I decided it was time to drink some more booze in just such a setting. New faces, old faces, cross referenced faces. All worked in my favor, and it was a good time all around.

Except for the Strega. I’ve come to the conclusion that wacky, overly herbed liqueurs are just not to my liking. Jaegermeister is where I draw the line, although our hour long discourse on the uses and methods of Absinthe did raise a few eyebrows.

If it smells like that, and tastes like that, I just don’t want it going into my body , unless it has a recommended dosage.