24 April 2013
Green Message in a Bottle
I love a good mystery.
After work today I thought a drink would be nice. "What the fuck should I drink today?" I asked myself as I shuffled clinky bottles around in my bar.
Whereupon I discovered my flask, shining like the imperfectly placed stainless steel plate in Christy Clark's skull. Been so long since I drank out of it I had forgotten what was sloshing around inside when I gave it a little shake to make sure it was not empty. Figuring there was whisky inside I got myself a glass and poured.
It was not whisky after all. It was absinthe. Taboo. I added water and it clouded up invitingly.
Get yourself a bottle before the play-offs begin. If you are a Canucks fan, get yourself a case.