Absinthe

So as you know ("you," as in the whole four people that I know read this blog), I'm sick. I have taken this as an opportunity to test out various, potent alcohols such as Palinka (gross), Becherovka, (okay) and Absinthe (read on). Such logic was derived from the following conversation:



Me: My throat feels like it's been sandpapered.

Friend: You know, alcohol kills bacteria.
 
Me: That makes sense. Neat, I'll drink more beer. You know, for health purposes.

Friend: Totally. If you think about it though, if you're trying to kill bacteria, you should just go for the hard stuff. It's probably more efficient.

Me: Yes. Like Absinthe. That stuff kills everything.

Friend: Yeah. Bacteria.... Consciousness.... Hand-eye coordination.

Me: Judgment

Friend: (distantly) Standards...

Anyway, the point is that I tried Absinthe today after the Opera, at Cafe Slavia. I felt like my stomach was turning itself inside out while also being caught on fire. My throat felt better briefly, but I think it because I was in too much agony over the corrosive burning feeling in the rest of my torso to notice it anymore.