cupcake_goth | Entries tagged with absinthe

Last night, after spending quite a long time flopped on the couch with a heating patch and a buckwheat pillow on my neck, I stretched and moved my neck around and was rewarded with an amazingly horrible popping noise. (The reaction from the Stroppy One: "Was that your NECK?!") And then the pain started to loosen its grip on me, oh thank goodness. Today, no migraine! I'm still going to my bonecracker chiropractor on Monday, though.

Hey Seattle peoples! If you don't have other plans, you should go to the Blackbird Orchestra CD release show! I think Blackbird Orchestra are wonderful, and am sad that I will not be able to attend this show.

Mind you, the reason I won't be at the show is because I'm going to a birthday party for one of my dearest friends, so while I'm sad about missing Blackbird Orchestra, I'm happy about socializing. Even if it involves a group outing to go see that movie with the teen werewolves and the sparkly vampires.

Yes. I'm seeing New Moon tonight. But I learned my lesson from when I was carted off to see Twilight, and I'm going to be filling the coffin flask with something stronger than rose liqueur. I'm thinking absinthe is needed.

The other thing that will get me through the Sparkle-Apocalypse is the knowledge that

cass404 is coming up tomorrow so we can GO SEE MORRISSEY!! Dear Powers That Be, it would make me very very happy if the sainted Moz were to perform "Last Of The Famous International Playboys". I'm just saying.

Okay, back to doing laundry, stirring a pot full of pink RIT and a jacket, and figuring out which purse my coffin flask best fits into.

Picture, if you will, me. Clad in black boots, pink & white striped tights, knee-length black bloomers trimmed with white eyelet lace, and a black MCR fitted t-shirt. And pink and black gardening gloves. Oh, and clutching a giant pair of hedge clippers.

You see, Audrey*, our giant ~~shambling~~ climbing rose bush that crouches in front of the house, had been enthusiastically reaching for the front stairs, the power lines, and anything else she could find. After nearly being entangled in her clutches coming home last night**, I decided Enough Was Enough, and stomped outside to trim her back.

In the pouring rain.

Have I mentioned gardening is not a skill of mine? Anyway, Audrey has now been trimmed, and I can now dink around the interwebs with a glow of having done a chore I dislike.

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Last night I attended the White Wolf Club Succubus party at Heaven. Which, Back In The Day, was the Catwalk, one of THE goth/industrial clubs of Seattle. The party was a huge amount of fun! I was able to catch up with people I hadn't seen in AGES, dance a bit, and watch people twirl fire. Also, there was an open bar. With absinthe. I am one of those odd people who doesn't just drink absinthe for the Goth Cliché Points, but because I genuinely like the taste of it. Unless it's that dreadful Czech brand Hills, which tastes like gasoline mixed with NyQuil. Ew.

*Yes, this is a Little Shop Of Horrors reference. You aren't surprised by that, are you?

**The nearly being entangled in Audrey's grasping tendrils had nothing to do with the absinthe. Absolutely nothing.

When real things happen to imaginary people

Wow, I feel better

The scene from about 15 minutes ago

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