Hose-beast frenzy! (Absinthe)

Member Name: KathrynMackinnon

Product:	Absinthe
Date:	06/05/01 (1641 review reads)
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Advantages: Well, you're certainly not shy!

Disadvantages: Madness

I'm not boring , but I'm notTHAT girl, she was an saucy, bad poltergeist invoked by the spirit that is Absinthe - I promise! I was nothing like the beautiful Kylie fairie in Moulin Rouge, thought I would be.

Two shared pitchers after my 3rd champagne cocktail and I was quite unable to speak( I'm a small girl - lightweight), we decided to slow down and drink water. I really shouldn't have mentioned my pissedness, but everyone started slagging me for not being hardcore enough and it was decided that we would have an Absinthe each.

It was put in a glass, into which was dipped a teaspoonful of sugar - set alight and then stirred into the drink to be downed immediately. Yuckh! euch - didn't taste good at all. I quite liked the smell, but it was one seriously strong drink.
If you've ever tasted Ouzo or Pastis, then you'll know pretty much what the aniseed taste is like - if not, then think aniseed balls mixed with 70% vodka and you're almost there. It numbs your tongue and , depending on the quality of the stuff and how much colouring they've put in it - turns it green too!

It's potency is due to the wormwood content, which used to be of a much higher percentage and was basically the same stuff that sent the Montmartre artist
s mad and may even have lead indirectly to Van Gogh cutting off his own ear. It was banned up until very recently and it's relaunch has made it very popular again amongst the richer Aftershock drinkers of the world.

So forgive me if I indulge myself a little in the tale of my impressionist-style evening out. All I need now is a garret in Paris and something to wrap my ear up in! Oh, and a paintbrush.

Yes, I did lose it - in the mental schemie who you're scared of in a club sense!

I have been told that the transformation from giggling group of nice girls to spiky, scary, lairy hose-beasts was quite something to behold.
Within less than 5 minutes we had become monsters, lifting kilts, biting people, starting arguments, bitching at high speed and tearing through the bar like tasmanian devils in skirts!

My ideas of attractiveness and composure that night were quite innaccurate - I insisted in reapplying my make-up myself several times and must have looked a total state, as well as behaving as such.

We were advised to move to a club and so relocated to the local meatmarket and were really awful to the well intentioned lads who asked us to dance throught the evening. Extreme elbow-dancing ensued.

The three of us that remained wandered along the road with dilated pupils in search of a kebab shop. We found our mecca and worshipped at it's door, then carried our polyestyrene boxes along to the taxi rank to pick at what was left.
Now this is the scary bit. I can't quite remember what happened, but the group of guys we had upset had followed us h
ome and had started calling my friend all manner of nasty names. Next thing they were dragging her by her wrist along the road and she was struggling to free herself.
Kebab flew, boys ran and Anna was in tears. She had cabbage and dressing all over her hair, clothes and skin and was phoning her boyfriend up to get a 'crew' together and find the evil tourists.
I was taken over by a surge of adrenalin and sprinted my way, shoe heels as weapons, after the boys 'You will not do that to my friend! I'm going to kill you!'
Anna and Lyndsey ran after me wearing their shoes, and eventually caught up, crying.
All crying.
We phoned the police and spent an hour in the van searching the area, wasted (police men giggling at our nonsense) and were eventually deposited at our doors in the early hours - without ever having found the boys, not that we had any descriptions anyway.
Next morning:- puking, headache, weeping, phonecalls trying to work out what had happened. Regret.

Summary: Do you want to end up in a police van?