Oct 28, 2007

Absinthe and Moonshine

Just spoke with my blogging Soul Sistah, Erica.

She says she survived the Etowah Excitement, played some mean-ass billiards, recited a bit of Robert Service poetry, and slept soundly among friends... absinthe will do that to you. For a Jooette, she seemed quite taken with the back hills of Tennessee.

Meanwhile, she's stuck in Atlanta waiting on her 8:00pm flight, and prolly won't get home until very late. She says she was a good girl, behaved herself, and had a great time.

I'm waiting on the evidence.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

.... the Green Fairy led her gently into that 'goodnight' on Friday.... but as for Saturday and Sunday, well, let us just say that she was 'undefeated' on the billiards table just as long as she didnt play me.... but on Saturday?.... I was the only 'truly' undefeated player....

... but her reading of Robert Service did bring a tear to my wizened eye.....

... Erica is good peeps.....

Eric

Joan of Argghh! said...

Home field advantage can never be underestimated, Eric!

Erica said...

I just got home maybe 45 minutes ago [screw unpacking, I'm reading blogs -- I oined it!].

Sista...my flight was delayed an hour, the connecting flight left without me, there were no more flights out of Charlotte that night, so I got put up in a fancy shmancy suite in kick-assed hotel with a flat screen telly on the wall, and...damn, it was sweet.

...as for Eric...

He is the freaking Mac Daddy of Tennessee, and I'd cross oceans to hang with him and his Missus. A wizened boy, indeed, as well as an an excellent host, with a heart of gold.

As for being "truly" undefeated...he was definitely undefeated, but not "truly" so. At his own house, in front of his closest friends, a lady should kick his ass?

Nay!, says I. Because I am good peeps.

:-)

Teresa said...

Erica is the sweetest drunk... *grin* this I know as I'm the one who helped her back to her room after the great imbibing.

As for Eric - yes - Robert Service leaves him misty eyed. I need to go reread that poem as that was the first time I heard it. (Erica does read very well, even after a long weekend)

Erica said...

Ah, I believe the poem was called "The Law of the Yukon." It had me choked up there for a second, too. It was intensely moving. Very powerful stuff.

Teresa was a doll, and I am One Grateful Jooette, for her having put up with my goofy, childish shenanigans over the weekend. She is an absolute saint.

Jimbo - PRS said...

That green shit she was drinking was vile, and I'll drink damned near anything (except blue shit).

Erica said...

Joanie, he will drink damned near anything. Hairboy swallows Sliv [a.k.a. Serbian Rocket Fuel] like it's pizzeria fruitpunch. The man is seriously not right.

In fact, Google "Slivovitz" and you'll see that the Dooshbag is the #3 hit.

His loved ones must be so proud.