This morning, I received an email from the airline Virgin America this morning, informing me that they were now serving absinthe on their flights. Seems as if they’re offering it in a cocktail with sprite and lemon, and presumably straight up. One has to assume that they’re not going have the whole sugar – spoon – flame ritual, due to problems with, yknow, the plane catching fire in mid air.
Even leaving aside the fact that that cocktail sounds, well, weird, I can’t help but think this is a bad idea. Now, I’m not ashamed to say that I love Virgin America. They are cheap, and it’s a little like being in a flying hair salon. Or maybe now, some sort of up market bar. Here’s the thing, though; my experiences with absinthe, thus far, have been mixed at best, and downright embarrassing at worst. Let me preface this by saying that I’m more than capable of handling my drink; this isn’t a story about getting wasted and been stupid and drunk and sloppy. Actually, it is, a little. But I’m not proud of it.
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