Although Alice only lives a few doors down, it has been some time since she and I have hung out. Luckily, we had the chance to do so last night. When I arrived I found her watching a Yankees game. The Yankees are sacred to Alice, thus, most of our conversation took place during the commercials. Once the game ended we made our way to the porch, where we were greeted by mosquitoes. I told her about the repelling power of mint and she suggested we walk to the park next door to pick mint leaves. We picked the leaves, rubbed them all over our bodies, and then put a bunch of them in a vase. Unfortunately, our repelling tactic was not entirely successful – although we did smell nice, and we were out of wine, so we retreated to the kitchen.
“I’ve just made some Limoncello. Would you like some?” “I would love some,” I replied. After a glass, maybe two, she showed me her Tarragon Vodka, “I made this too.” “It smells really good. Do you have tarragon in your backyard?” I asked. “Yes,” she said and added, “I have a really big bush.” “I’m sure you do,” I replied.
After a few sips of the Tarragon vodka she looked at me with concern and said, “Oh God, I hate being drunk. Is tomorrow Friday?” “No. It’s Thursday.” “Oh well, I know I’m drunk and I know the Yankees won. And like you said, if you can’t do your job hungover you don’t deserve a job.” “All of those things are true, but I didn’t say that. It was actually said by 70s Disco Queen.” “Doesn’t matter who said it, what matters is it is true.”
As we continued to sip our tarragon vodka I showed her some pictures of my grandparents that I may use as inspiration for a tattoo. “Can I just tell you my grandma’s name?” she asked me. “Yes, of course,” I replied. “Oh shit. I can’t remember it. This is so disturbing. Pour yourself a drink or something. We may end up drinking this entire bottle.” “At the end of this entire bottle, what have we got?” I asked. “According to Pearl Jam, nothingman,” she replied. “Isn’t it something. At least we smell good,” I told her. And smell good we did. In fact, I believe the combination of herbs and fruits provided us a mint condition status.
Oh my, it’s been several weeks since I have read the blog and boy, I did not know I missed it until just now. I think as I pride myself on my time management (and being prompt) I will create a daily task in my Microsoft Outlook at 8pm each day to read the blog. Yes, that might work. (I tend to ramble at 35,000 ft on Thursdays….)
I’ve heard the blog is better at higher altitudes. An 8 PM ritual sounds divine. I’ve no doubt it will include a speaker system and a glass or flask of something tasty.
Hey girl, the reason why the mint didn’t work was because we were rubbing Lemon Balm on us not mint. I picked the wrong herb!! What a fun night and hence the name General Blondness!!
Lemon balm, eh. Well, that explains the bites. We had good intentions.