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Gah. Well, Maz did ask! I posted to the Game Thread, too.
I most certainly did, and with interest.
I ruined brandy for myself when I was sixteen, what a wretched night that was. Drank a pint of it, while taking medications that effectively doubled that pint. (This is back when I was slightly more slight than I am today.) My liver came out the next day and slapped me, and said "You stupid wench, if you ever put me through something like that again, I swear to god I'll quit." I was ruined for wine, especially reds, when I was seventeen by truly good wine, in Sweden, by the culinary generosity of my neighbor's brother. (Note to self, find wealthy benefactor who will benefact for wit alone, like that guy.) Not much occasion to drink anymore, which is probably good, because it makes me curl up posessively around my fiance and glare with deep disdain at anyone who looks at him with a more than healthy interest. It also makes me think that I can dance, and that I'm far more clever than I am. (Doesn't help that alcohol loosens my normally tripping lispy tongue enough to make it easier to say all those multisyllabic words, and thus allows me to talk even faster than normal.)
But a chocolate martini and a kalhua amaretto milkshake kinda make me want to find an occasion.
Anyway, off to bed, Rothkoid, don't stay up till the wee hours of the morning playing video games, you'll ruin your eyes, huggles for everyone. |
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