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Saturday night I went to Peche (please assume I've added a diacritical mark to that in the right place) to celebrate a stillsostrange's birthday, and tried absinthe for the first time. And let me tell you, friends/acquaintances/strangers who happen to read this LJ: absinthe is delicious.

Perhaps a tiny bit overly so, because I had three mixed drinks, and have now solidly determined that my limit is two. stillsostrange & SO were kind enough to drive me home, which is good, because I'm not sure I was really up to taking a bus effectively by the time I left the bar. In the intervening three hours (and three drinks), I had fun. Perhaps a bit too much fun?

Apparently one drink means I'm happy to chat with people I've just met, two drinks means I'd love to talk with them for hours, and three drinks means I start regaling the table with the way the digamma leads to perfectly regular but odd-looking prefixes in Greek verbs. Which...is interesting? At least to me? But possibly not something that needed to be explained at great volume to seven other people just then.

Still. Fun was had. I should go back to that place during happy hour some time. And hurrah for plenty of water and a fast metabolism, because no hangover resulted. Of course, now I really need to focus on homework and chores all day... Good thing it's a three-day weekend, because there's no way I can do all of those today.