Friday, January 2, 2009

Flaming shots of absinthe


I made one crucial mistake when bemoaning the lack of New Year's Eve festivities at our house. I forgot that Chuck is a party animal and that no matter how small the crowd, if you’re coming to our house, you will be inebriated within five minutes of arriving at our front door.

No ifs, ands or buts about it.

My husband’s motto is “18 for life.” Personally, I despise the saying because it implies a complete lack of regard for responsibility and/or maturity and what wife wants to hear that her husband thinks he should be able to behave like...oh shit, I don’t know one delinquent celebrity who is 18! A Jonas peckerhead? Miley Montana?

Crap, I’m ancient.

Part of me knows he is kidding about the whole 18 for life thing. (Hah, hah, right honey?) Although now that he’s going to be home with Junior I do worry I will come home one day to find them doing a collective crotch scratch to Skid Row while shot gunning apple juice.

Crap, I’m nervous.

But really, back to New Year’s Eve. Chuck bought a bottle of absinthe and practically pitched a tent when a Polish friend of a friend mentioned she could light the shot on fire, which is popular in her home country. Everyone tried it, even my father (yah, go ahead, chuckle ’cause my dad was here—he’s 21 for life yo!)

Crap, I’m hokey.

Tonight, I’m afraid there will be more flaming shots of absinthe because Chuck has invited a whole new slew of people over for a little birthday pre-game (that’s how he explained it but I know the truth—the man will invent any reason to party).

The good news is that if tomorrow's Date Night III is tame and tequila-less, I have valid reasons why.

Crap, I'm going to be 34.

10 comments:

Nicole said...

*chuckles*

Good God, 18 for life? I can't even remember 18... ;)

Wishing you a very happy birthday! 34 is soooo young--enjoy!

Stacy's Random Thoughts said...

LOL! Compared to your hubby, mine's a fuddy-duddy! (evil grin!) 18 for life? Sheeesh! I think, however, that it might be my brother's mantra as well...he parties just like your hubby likes to...but then again, that's one of the reasons why I love to go to my brother's parties! ;)

Lighting Absinthe shots? Were any of 'em successful and did they keep their eyebrows? ;) If they try it again, you must video tape it or at least take pictures...something to remember the insane fun by! ;)

Thanks for the laugh!! :)

Keely said...

Absinthe is disgusting, so I can understand why you'd want to light it on fire. Why you'd want to DRINK it after that is beyond me.

I'm already 34 and so far it's not that bad. You couldn't offer me enough doughnuts to be 18 again.

Don't sprain anything!

Marinka said...

Doesn't absinthe make you insane?

Oh, what the hell, I'm on my way over!

Frogs in my formula said...

I think I'd prefer fuddy duddy, at least for awhile. I mean, compared to Chuck I look like Laura Ingalls, so why bother trying? THEY can do the absinthe, I'm going to bed!

Petra a.k.a The Wise (*Young*) Mommy said...

absinthe? yikes! Good luck. I hope nothing else is lit on fire during the shenanigans. And don't feel bad, I am only 29 and I am a MAJOR fuddy duddy cause my idea of a wild night is drinking half a bottle of wine, taking one hit off a joint and falling asleep on the couch (yee-ha!)

Temple said...

I'm 34...I deal with it...you will survive :)

Oh, and I briefly dated [read:totally hooked up with in a two-night stand kind of way] the guy who actually makes/distills absinthe and imports it to the states...speaking of "18 and life" immature peckerheads...but then, that's another blog...

Jennifer said...

Your not ancient! You're just wise and knowledgeable and worldly! Oh, and pretty! Very VERY pretty!!!

Dto3 said...

I stayed up late enough. . .Hoping to be the first to wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY - You old fart!

harrietv said...

There is nothing more annoying than hearing a young person complaining about being old when she's half your age. My youngest is older than you!

Happy birthday!!

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