Last night, around bedtime.
- Mig: You want to what?
Beta: Poke you in the ear with a skewer and you tell me where you feel it.
Mig: Okay.
Beta: [Pokes her father in the ear with shish-kebab skewer]
Mig: My left shin. Interesting.
Beta: [Pokes father in other ear]
Mig: My right arm. Where’d you get the idea to do this?
Beta: Traditional Chinese medicine.
Mig: I wonder if Marie Curie’s dad let her experiment on him. Want some of this absinthe Anne gave me?
Beta: That’s that stuff.
Mig: Your mom says I’m not supposed to drink it because artists used to drink it and it made them crazy.
Beta: Uh huh.
Mig: But I think this is made without wormwood. They used to have like spoons with holes over the glass and a sugar cube in them and an ice cube over the sugar cube and it would melt and dissolve the sugar cube.
Beta: They don’t sound like busy people.
Mig: Want a taste?
Beta: I’ll drink it by the sink so I can spit it out.
Beta: [takes sip]
Beta: Ptooey! Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey. Ptptptptptptptpt. Ptooey.
Mig: [Commercial narrator voice] Just as disgusting as ouzo, but green!
Beta: Ptptptptptpptptpt.
i remember having absinthe shots in a bar in london. hmmm…that’s all i remember though.
I thought that 17th century absinthe drinking was a ritual, much like the Japanese Tea Ceremony but with alcohol that melted the brain. Exactly the same. Except.
21st-century absinthe drinking ceremony equipment: 1 bottle absinthe; 1 drinking glass; 2 sharp wooden skewers.
absinthe drinking game: every time someone says, “ouch”, take a drink.
van gogh’s ear thing was absinthe-related, wasn’t it.
May I Poke You in the Ear?
Great dialog between Mig of Metamorphosism and his daughter!
hooray! you did the drinking! van gogh’s ear thing though may have been related to something he put in his pillow, i forget the details. i will wake up some and recover from jet lag some and get back to you on that. but it wasn’t the absinthe! no! because the absinthe is Your Friend.