Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Where Poppy induces Mikey to have two shots of sambuca

I was just 20 minutes home and aboard to board the bike when Poppy induced me to have two shots of sambuca.

So, what the heck. I downed the first shot, disappointing Poppy since I missed savouring it, so I got another that I sipped. It was nice. It landed on an empty stomach, though, and I'm about to exercise. 

It was the first time I'd used my pirate-themed shot glass—a s'cret Santa pressie from 2008 from a former over-the-partition colleague. It's the size of a normal shot glass—I presume 30 mils—and has a phat pirate flag that bulges out of the side about half a centimetre and is black with the traditional white skull and crossbones. 

So, after consideration, I've decided that's a fine way to christen a pirate-themed glass—using it just before boarding a sturdy vessel (1).

Yarr.  

(1) Of course modern WHS tells us that drinking and operating heavy machinery is a recipe for a non-violence-induced accident. Just because you're a pirate doesn't mean you shouldn't be safety-conscious. Not being safe when in sailing mode is when a hand becomes a hook or a leg becomes a peg leg.

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