He's built like a sh*t brickhouse! I mean a sh*t . . . I mean a brick . . . whoops

[sovay]

Out of the contents of derspatchel's drinks cabinet and in honor of Mordecai Heller, I finally made and drank a Bunny Hug.

It didn't put me under the table (and we didn't pour it down the sink, as advised by The Savoy Cocktail Book), but I think it reintroduced Rob to his sinuses. I should probably fudge the proportions next time and use less absinthe, since the whisky and gin mostly serve as backup when equally distributed. It would all have come out of somebody's bathtub originally.

Cardullo's now carries the full range of Fentiman's, shandy and rose lemonade included. I have a bottle of the latter in the refrigerator. I plan to go back for the tonic water.

There are no words to describe Brian Blessed on QI.

Knock wood. This week didn't suck, either.

Comments

[sovay]

I guess you might be able to approximate it by admixing gin with formaldehyde and turpentine, but I wouldn't advise it, per se.

Yeah, I think my geek-on for authenticity has its limits . . .

edit farr

*snerk*

Mordecai volunteering (or being volunteered, maybe, by Viktor) to balance Mitzi's books. I'll bet half the earlier documentation has probably met with an accident, but he might be able to back-engineer how things got to wherever they are now by looking at the wreckage. Or maybe that's just me treating math like magic again, as ever.

You know, I have no idea. Do you know any accountants?

(I would read a story about Mordecai doing the Lackadaisy accounts. It's like actors reading the phone book.)

Do you know any accountants?

[awhyzip.livejournal.com]

You should ask doeeyedbunny. She'd like this, I bet. And she's an accountant.