Happy New Year
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owlectomyThis is the story of last night:
B. called me to say that she was having her guy-friend/ex-boyfriend over for an Asian-themed New Year's meal at midnight. I went over and helped make Vietnamese spring rolls, sushi rice salad with diced carrot, daikon, and radish, and tamago-yaki. Now...it so happened that the sushi rice required some sake.
"I have some mirin," B. said.
"I have some sake," I said. There had for some time been a bottle of 25% alcohol sake, apparently, at my parents' house, so I went and got it. And then I said that we needed to have some with dinner.
After dinner was ready, we got to musing on how one would celebrate the new year in Japan. Sake, of course; and one would go to the shrine.
"We have Buddhas."
"Shinto shrine."
"Oh."
"...It's not like the Japanese are picky about other people's religious traditions."
And we made a little shrine with two Tare-Pandas, eight Buddhas, three maneki-nekos, and a dog (for the year of the dog).
Then--the sake. Which I now find out was not, strictly speaking, sake at all, but Awamori, a very strong distilled (rather than brewed) rice wine--well, that would explain some things. The web page (Japanese) recommends this brand for women, people with a sweet tooth, and those new to Awamori. Hah. We unanimously (and they weren't all wimps like me) found it to have the taste and smell of paint thinner. We each drank maybe a couple of thimbles' worth. And got drunk.
Then we played drunk Scrabble, which was actually a surprisingly clean game. And we brought out the raspberry liqueur, which tasted like Nyquil but even worse, so I didn't get too much more drunk.
It was a strange night, but a good one. I got to bed around 2:30, and feel pretty awful now, though that's probably due to getting to bed at 2:30 and then getting up way too early.
And now I know what kind of drunk I am. I'm the kind who finds everything hilarious. This is not entirely surprising to me, since my reaction to Percocet was to think that breaking my arm was the funniest thing that had ever happened to me.
...The internet also informs me that the most popular way to enjoy Awamori is diluted with water. Ah, good to know...
B. called me to say that she was having her guy-friend/ex-boyfriend over for an Asian-themed New Year's meal at midnight. I went over and helped make Vietnamese spring rolls, sushi rice salad with diced carrot, daikon, and radish, and tamago-yaki. Now...it so happened that the sushi rice required some sake.
"I have some mirin," B. said.
"I have some sake," I said. There had for some time been a bottle of 25% alcohol sake, apparently, at my parents' house, so I went and got it. And then I said that we needed to have some with dinner.
After dinner was ready, we got to musing on how one would celebrate the new year in Japan. Sake, of course; and one would go to the shrine.
"We have Buddhas."
"Shinto shrine."
"Oh."
"...It's not like the Japanese are picky about other people's religious traditions."
And we made a little shrine with two Tare-Pandas, eight Buddhas, three maneki-nekos, and a dog (for the year of the dog).
Then--the sake. Which I now find out was not, strictly speaking, sake at all, but Awamori, a very strong distilled (rather than brewed) rice wine--well, that would explain some things. The web page (Japanese) recommends this brand for women, people with a sweet tooth, and those new to Awamori. Hah. We unanimously (and they weren't all wimps like me) found it to have the taste and smell of paint thinner. We each drank maybe a couple of thimbles' worth. And got drunk.
Then we played drunk Scrabble, which was actually a surprisingly clean game. And we brought out the raspberry liqueur, which tasted like Nyquil but even worse, so I didn't get too much more drunk.
It was a strange night, but a good one. I got to bed around 2:30, and feel pretty awful now, though that's probably due to getting to bed at 2:30 and then getting up way too early.
And now I know what kind of drunk I am. I'm the kind who finds everything hilarious. This is not entirely surprising to me, since my reaction to Percocet was to think that breaking my arm was the funniest thing that had ever happened to me.
...The internet also informs me that the most popular way to enjoy Awamori is diluted with water. Ah, good to know...
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1/1/06 18:51 (UTC)Hope 2006 is a great year for you!