As soon as the pie was in the oven, M. dried his hair and shirt as best he could, put his tie back on, and we ran out the door to make a 9 pm reservation at Death & Co., whooping victoriously and laughing hysterically all the way down East 6th Street.
To celebrate our victory (and the 80th anniversary of Black Thursday), I had a Zombie Punch (SO lethal) … then a champagne cocktail with whiskey … then M. had the bright idea to order a BOWL of punch, which we drank out of pretty little teacups. And THEN I had half of M.’s cocktail. Don’t know what it was, so don’t ask. All I can say for certain was that it was red.
I didn’t feel so celebratory this morning. But I’m just peachy now and excited for tonight’s activity … I’m playing Kooky Assistant to M.’s Mad Scientist as he competes in an Iron Cocktail competition!
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