Sep 28, 2011
Thankfully the clothes stayed on, but we were still in a somewhat euphoric state as we tumbled about the town. Absinthe isn't legal in many places, because it's basically a mind altering drug that will kill you if you drink too much. So alcohol then. Our plans to go to the Zoo today fall through as we're just too late in rising, so armed with the knowledge that Batman is much better at that, we go to see The Dark Knight Rises. For me the second time, and it won't be my last. Genius. That word gets ridiculously overused, but genius, genius, genius.
A night on the town ensures we're not up before 2pm. This is mainly down to the effects of Absinthe. The last time I drank the green dragon, I had just finished performing in Bard in the Botanics, an outdoor Shakespeare festival in Glasgow. We had all gone back to a fellow actors flat, then after the whiskey was polished off, our host decided to crack out a bottle of Absinthe. We started cooking it up with sugar cubes and ended up necking that as well. All of a sudden someone has dropped their pants. Within minutes, five boys and three girls are naked. This includes me. We the spend the next couple of hours galavanting around the apartment, slapping penises, lifting boobs, frolicking in the garden. There was nothing sexual about it, we were just giggling the whole time; totally high on a hallucinogenic drug. I was a little wary in watching the bar staff member cook the alcohol level off to a mere 55% and burn the sugar. This could get messy and embarrassing.