Oh dear sweet absinthe ... we've had some good times, haven't we? There was that night in Düsseldorf, when Sonu and I doublefisted absinthe and cocktails (I had a White Russian, she had a Singapore Sling in honor of our buddy Ben). That night ended with Sonu dropkicking a beer glass in a club and me saying, "That was a really good kick!" while getting pushed out the door by Johan and Ben, who were flabbergasted at our inane drunk antics. There was also that night at a jazz bar in Prague, when we had flaming B52 shots done with absinthe, that subsequently put Nathalie's sweater arm in flames. Hmm.
I need me some more absinthe nights ... that means you, Kathryn, and our long awaited absinthe date at Apotheke ... and you, Zoe, for that much delayed White Star night. I already know what I'm going to have: the Hemingway-inspired Champagne-and-absinthe cocktail. Or maybe I'll just get that sweet Art Nouveau contraption above and serve absinthe out of the comfort of my own home? Oh the possibilities ...
Cheers to that! We need an Apotheke date ASAP
ReplyDeleteYes! When I get back from the West Coast we will get right on it!
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