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Last NYE some friends came over and brought some absinthe they got off the internet for a "toast" at midnight.
The next day we woke up all hungover (of course), and while cleaning up the kitchen I remarked that we should try the absinthe soon, since we didn't get a chance the night before.
They just blinked at me.
I had managed to down 3/4 of the bottle, not only in straight form (well, diluted with water), but also in making myself Sazeracs all night long (absinthe and whisky). I have utterly no recollection of this, but there were plenty of pictures taken. For weeks afterward I would find my stuff in totally odd places; apparently I would start raving about an album or book someone HAD TO BORROW RIGHT NOW, and then go grab it, but then immediately drop it and start talking about something else.
Wheeee. I don't think I'll be doing that again any time soon.
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