Tie a Rope Around My Ankle, I'm Going In

This afternoon, after running more errands than I have in ages, I came home to find an email from RW, who told me to go to my local liquor store, there was something waiting for me: a bottle of Lucid Absinthe!

I can't tell you how excited I am about this! Late tonight, after everyone's asleep, I'm going to light my candles and incense, put on Chopin's Nocturne in B-Flat Minor (Op.9, No. 1), as per RW's instructions. Then I'll carefully prepare the libation, imbibe, and see where it takes me. I will then go into my book and rewrite the acid trip.

The conversation at the liquor store was pretty cool. We know the manager (his wife sings with Nettl in the Stillwater Chamber Singers), and when I told him a writer friend of mine sent the bottle because I'm working on my own book, this is what ensued:

John: "Well, this should get the creative juices going."
Me: "That's what I'm counting on."
John: "Be careful with this stuff."
Me: "Meh, I survived the Sixties. I think I can handle this."

Two cool coincidences are at play here. First, see that bottle beside the Lucid on our bar table? That's a bottle of Chopin vodka. Second (and maybe this isn't a coincidence at all), today is Chopin's 200th birthday. What better way to celebrate the great, tragic genius!

Thank you, RW. You're a sweetie (or maybe you're just a Libra like myself who doesn't like to enjoy his hedonism alone). You may expect a special acknowledgment in my book.

I'll make another blog entry tonight when I start the ritual.