dudemanflab's Diaryland Diary

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a short recap for a wild night.

It is a great joy to be in Missouri this season.
We finally drank the bottle of absinthe last night--sugar cubes, glasses and spoons included. Matt preferred to try it straight, so I poured us both a shot. It felt like whiskers growing up out your soft palate, something beyond the usual burn of whiskey or vodka. The anise hung around after the liquid had passed and tingled your throat.

"It's still in my mouth at the second sip, and my tongue says 'I already have this.'"
"Yeah, but, 'I still want more.'

Matt said many kind words. I am, for him, the emblem of ceremony. When the buzz died down, he , Zach Smallwood and I sat on the bed and deconstructed our English teachers. We swapped tales of how we came to Evangel, then mused on tongues, then Matt said more words. (Remember, light). Then six of us crashed in the room.

12:14 a.m. - December 16, 2007

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