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Treasured Memory
May. 19th, 2011 09:47 pmOne summer day in 2006 (before I got preggers), I looked at Wolf and said "You know, I've never gotten drunk for the sake of getting drunk. In fact, I believe I can say with all honesty I've never been really, truly drunk. I didn't feel safe at any of those parties we went to. I want to know what it's like. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," said Wolf. "It's something everyone should experience once in their lives, and a safe setting is preferable. What do you want to drink?"
"Sake," I answered.
"I will need something stronger." He said.
So, that weekend, we took IDK down for an overnight Grandma visit, came back up to Denver, and stopped to get a bottle of sake and a bottle of Peppermint Schnappes. Or was it Peppermint Everclear? I'm not sure, I wasn't the one drinking it.
After dinner, we broke out the booze and the latest disc of Wolf's Rain. Now, those of you who know Queenie know she's a super cheap date. Warm sake is served in half-ounce (roughly) servings and the (usually) matching decanter holds about six servings. So, about three ounces, or almost a glass of grape-based wine.
Two decanters of sake and I was sloshed. Wolf had downed several shots of his Peppermint poison and was also sloshed, but not to the same degree. The disc had finished.
"Let's go see if the next disc came," Wolf said. The mailboxes were on the first floor of the apartment building. We were on the second floor, thank the gods.
"I'm not sure I can walk," I told him.
"Oh come on! Be brave!" He said, pulling me to my very unsteady feet.
"Promise you'll catch me," I warned as we stumbled out the door and into the elevator. Queenie does NOT like elevators when she is drunk. Did I mention we were only on the second floor? Thank the gods. We stumbled to the mailboxes, being rather loud in our encouragement to each other to make it. We did, and I unlocked the mail box (wonder of wonders). Lo and behold, there were more discs! We cheered, thus disgusting the one 50something woman there also checking her mail. Really, what 50something checks her mail at 10something on a Saturday night?
"Back to the elevator!" Wolf sang.
"Not on your life. I'm taking the stairs." I announced.
"Are you sure you can make it?" Wolf asked.
"Nope! But l refuse to set foot in that elevator. It will make me sick."
"Oh, we can't have you getting sick. Not until we're back home. To the stairs then!" We trooped up the stairs (no, I really don't know HOW) and got back into the apartment and drank some more.
About this time I was starting to feel a little queasy. "I think I'm done."
"Yeah, me too. You go first." I staggered into the bathroom, fully expecting to throw up, but I didn't. Shrugging, I let Wolf take a turn while I drank a glass of water and staggered to the bed. I flopped down as he retched.
"Is the room supposed to be spinning?" I asked when he collapsed next to me.
"Yes. Put your foot on the floor." I tried, then shook my head.
"Nope, makes it worse. I'll just ride it out."
"Y'know, you've ruined me," Wolf mused aloud.
"How so?" I asked.
"I used to get drunk and say 'Oh, life sucks because my wife won't sleep with me'. Then I came out here and would get drunk and say 'Oh, life sucks because I'm alone and no one loves me.' Now I can't say that, because you love me AND you sleep with me."
"And I enjoy it!" I added, keeping my eyes closed.
"And you enjoy it," He agreed. "You've ruined my melancholy drunkenness. I'm too happy to be melancholy."
"Um, sorry?" I asked. He somehow managed to pat me on the back.
"Don't be. I'm not complaining."
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In honor of this memory, I'm making myself a warm drink of Kaluha, heavy whipping cream, and some sugar. And possibly a bit of chocolate. Love you, Wolf.
"Not at all," said Wolf. "It's something everyone should experience once in their lives, and a safe setting is preferable. What do you want to drink?"
"Sake," I answered.
"I will need something stronger." He said.
So, that weekend, we took IDK down for an overnight Grandma visit, came back up to Denver, and stopped to get a bottle of sake and a bottle of Peppermint Schnappes. Or was it Peppermint Everclear? I'm not sure, I wasn't the one drinking it.
After dinner, we broke out the booze and the latest disc of Wolf's Rain. Now, those of you who know Queenie know she's a super cheap date. Warm sake is served in half-ounce (roughly) servings and the (usually) matching decanter holds about six servings. So, about three ounces, or almost a glass of grape-based wine.
Two decanters of sake and I was sloshed. Wolf had downed several shots of his Peppermint poison and was also sloshed, but not to the same degree. The disc had finished.
"Let's go see if the next disc came," Wolf said. The mailboxes were on the first floor of the apartment building. We were on the second floor, thank the gods.
"I'm not sure I can walk," I told him.
"Oh come on! Be brave!" He said, pulling me to my very unsteady feet.
"Promise you'll catch me," I warned as we stumbled out the door and into the elevator. Queenie does NOT like elevators when she is drunk. Did I mention we were only on the second floor? Thank the gods. We stumbled to the mailboxes, being rather loud in our encouragement to each other to make it. We did, and I unlocked the mail box (wonder of wonders). Lo and behold, there were more discs! We cheered, thus disgusting the one 50something woman there also checking her mail. Really, what 50something checks her mail at 10something on a Saturday night?
"Back to the elevator!" Wolf sang.
"Not on your life. I'm taking the stairs." I announced.
"Are you sure you can make it?" Wolf asked.
"Nope! But l refuse to set foot in that elevator. It will make me sick."
"Oh, we can't have you getting sick. Not until we're back home. To the stairs then!" We trooped up the stairs (no, I really don't know HOW) and got back into the apartment and drank some more.
About this time I was starting to feel a little queasy. "I think I'm done."
"Yeah, me too. You go first." I staggered into the bathroom, fully expecting to throw up, but I didn't. Shrugging, I let Wolf take a turn while I drank a glass of water and staggered to the bed. I flopped down as he retched.
"Is the room supposed to be spinning?" I asked when he collapsed next to me.
"Yes. Put your foot on the floor." I tried, then shook my head.
"Nope, makes it worse. I'll just ride it out."
"Y'know, you've ruined me," Wolf mused aloud.
"How so?" I asked.
"I used to get drunk and say 'Oh, life sucks because my wife won't sleep with me'. Then I came out here and would get drunk and say 'Oh, life sucks because I'm alone and no one loves me.' Now I can't say that, because you love me AND you sleep with me."
"And I enjoy it!" I added, keeping my eyes closed.
"And you enjoy it," He agreed. "You've ruined my melancholy drunkenness. I'm too happy to be melancholy."
"Um, sorry?" I asked. He somehow managed to pat me on the back.
"Don't be. I'm not complaining."
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In honor of this memory, I'm making myself a warm drink of Kaluha, heavy whipping cream, and some sugar. And possibly a bit of chocolate. Love you, Wolf.
