I went a bit Tony Stark there for a night

[thehefner]

So apparently at one point I guided a small search party down to the basement to show them my Dad In A Box and the dead cat in the freezer topped with hamburger buns.

...

If that makes no sense, I'd say, "You had to be there." But that's the thing: I don't really remember being there either. Thank god for the memories of slightly less-drunk Henchgirls.

Y'know, I honestly thought the biggest fiasco with the grog would be that the home-made falernum would taste awful, or that I would screw up the proportions of light rum, gold rum, and dark rum, or hell, just use too much triple sec. Heck, I thought the fact that the falernum wouldn't be ready until midnight meant that it would be too late for anyone to want grog, if anyone would be left at the party.

No, no, the falernum was amazing, holy shit. Wow. And the resulting grog was goddamned perfect, better than even the grog at Piratz Tavern. The fiasco, rather, came from the fact that I was actually damn fool enough to *drink* the stuff.

When you are drinking a full mug of three different kinds of rum, triple sec, and a spiced syrup derived from overproof rum--the kind that has a label on front that reads "Warning: Flammable"--know this: it's a sometimes food. The sort of thing you want to drink only when you're not drinking anything else.

I've never gotten so drunk that I've actually lost time before. At least, as far as I know (which is suddenly far less comforting a thought as before). Henchgirl is recounting a couple things that I have absolutely zero recollection doing. That shit's kind of scary, especially for me, for whom the validation of memory is a very tender personal issue. So yeah, never doing that again. In fact, my liver and brain cells would probably appreciate me laying off the booze for a bit, even though I totally just scored some new bitters I'm dying to try out.

I don't know *where* I will be able to use rhubarb bitters, but god damn if I ain't interested in finding out!... ooh, maybe a strawberry daiquiri?

The party--what I remember of it, anyway, which I dare say is 98%--was magnificent. I'd particularly like to give a special shout-out to frumple and K. bringing a home-made apple pie, with half of it sprinkled with cinnamon, Two-Face style! They know me so well.

Hopefully everyone had a great time, and to all those who missed it, well, you stink but I still love you. Maybe I'll see you at my next party, where I use you all as guinea pigs for my various experiments with bitters in drink and food alike! Because lord knows I'm not gonna be fool enough to subject my body to that kind of abuse again. Tony Stark I am clearly not.

Hmm... I wonder what the rhubarb bitters would taste like *in* the grog...? NO! BAD HEFFIE! NO DRINKIE!

Comments

[tommx.livejournal.com]

I would have loved to have been there, but my rehearsal schedule for Doubt has be infuckingsane.

Keep me in mind for the next one. I will bring very good gin. Oh yes, I will.

[fragmentedsky.livejournal.com]

I am very sad that I missed it. I had the best of intentions, but unfortunately got stuck in literally not-moving traffic caused by the nice police-like gentlemen inside a parking lot for a period of (I believe) three full Disney musicals at the top of our lungs, and by the time I'd dropped people off dorms and such all I could think about was making the migraine go away. So. My apologies and regrets.

It does sound like a blast, however. The pie especially is epic win. Just know that if you ever use me as a guinea pig for any of those...drink things...I will probably smell them and fall asleep.

[reazik.livejournal.com]

I was personally a part of that search party. Emma wanted to see it. Alan and I went along for the ride. However, I did NOT look at said dead cat. Didn't want nightmares.

Oh, and the drinkie?? YUMMMMMM!!!!

[emma-elicit.livejournal.com]

I do remember that now! You'll be surprised to know I spent most of yesterday curled in a ball in my bed being miserable. It was SO worth it though. It needs to happen again. xo

[harper-knight.livejournal.com]

The only time I have ever gotten that drunk myself, the losing-time thing, was on rum as well.. captain morgan straight, on an empty stomach, about half a bottle over an hour. In my defence, no-one else was drinking it and I couldn't let it go to waste, it was a PIRATE party!

[heykidzcomix.livejournal.com]

Apropos of nothing (though I have such stories to tell you of drinking 151 straight from the bottle, flameguard be damned), how far away are you from Arlington? I don't know the area, but I HAVE A REASON FOR ASKING.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

I'm about fifteen minutes away! Why do you ask?

[heykidzcomix.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't want to jinx it (and this is very premature), but we might be neighbors someday! Probably not, though!

Ah, the things I miss...

[american-arcane.livejournal.com]

Sounds like the perfect end to a season of fringe-festival-ing. Wish I could have been there. :)

Hopefully, I'll be able to make the next one.

[mandybling.livejournal.com]

Sounds like good times to me.

[leiacat.livejournal.com]

Highly magnificent. I wore my Sunday hangover with pride.