Obviously I'm less than pleased about having to drink absinthe out of a coffee mug.
Friday morning Alex, Paul and I went looking for a decent breakfast place. For someone who’s absolutely not a morning person, I’m a big fan of breakfast. Not the time of day part, but definitely the eating part: French toast, Huevos Rancheros, Dim Sum, buttermilk pancakes, Loco Moco, errr … sausages. The best we could find in the downtown area, though, was a Golden Griddle, which is like the Denny’s of Canada. The Eggs Benedict was actually decent though.
As we walked out of the restaurant, Alex claimed he experienced a small heart attack. The guy consumes only gravy, alcohol and nicotine - I'm pretty sure he's been dead for some time now but refuses to accept it on account of his hair being so pretty.
Rain joined us later. The dude has a habit of wandering the streets alone with only an iPod and digital camera to keep him company – I call it "Building Pictures Time." With his wiry build and streamlined head, I figure if he never became a writer, he would’ve made a great sniper. I could picture him silently knifing through the jungles of Colombia, picking off guerillas while listening to Etta James.
We spent most of the day walking, talking or walking while talking. These three guys are as painfully funny in person as they are with written words. I was dying. When we got back to the hotel, we cracked open a lethal bottle of the ol’ absinthe.
Here’s the thing about absinthe. In the 1800’s it was the drink of choice for Parisian writers and artists. People like Van Gogh, Oscar Wilde, Paul Gaugin, Tououse-Lautrec, etc. That’s because its main ingredient, wormwood, was thought to have hallucinogenic properties that would result in enchanted visions or dreams. Hence its nickname, the Green Fairy.
I think Green Zombie would’ve been more accurate, because wormwood eats your brain – hence it’s illegal in several countries including the U.S. Thankfully the Canadians don’t give a shit about this, and I finally got my chance to drink the green bastard. Alex, Paul, Rain, and I hoped that the Fairy would tap our frontal lobes with her wand and give us some creative magic.
( This is what happened instead. [WARNING: Disturbing images ahead.]Collapse )