A shot of somegirl from All Spin Zone and Brendan of Brendan Calling, at a recent Philadelphia meeting of Drinking Liberally.
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I’m busy studying for 2 more midterms I have next week. Damn school…
On the other hand, I will try to show up at Drinking Liberally in 2 weeks. It’s the last day of my fall break, so I will try and make it, as my semester schedule during classes doesn’t really allow for it.
how do like this.
I wonder if the DL crew is in the database.
Heh…I actually haven’t been to a protest before. External circumstances have prevented me from doing so (I had wanted to go to the huge anti-war rally in September ’05, but it was at a bad time for me), so I may be okay…for now…
I made my first batch of homemade sourdough bread and immediately ate half a loaf while it was still hot from the oven. About 30 minutes later, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. By the time Hubby got home from work, I was lying on the sofa in a semi-conscious state. “I feel drugged!” I warned him but he ate the other half of the loaf and 30 minutes later he was sound asleep on the bed with his shoes still on.
Later, I had to get up to close up the chickens in their coop for the night and was staggering. I kept forgetting what I was doing, had to sit down on the porch and watch the sunset — it was soooo beautiful. I felt so relaxed and at peace with the world. After shutting in the chicks, I found myself spinning around in the yard admiring the moon and stars. Wheeee! I felt good!
The next morning I googled “sourdough + sedative” and discovered that patients on certain types of anti-depressants are warned not to eat sourdough bread because it interacts and causes intoxication! (“No, officer, I haven’t been drinking. I just ate some sourdough bread with my Prozac.”) That didn’t, however, explain why my husband passed out.
Out here in the country, it’s highly likely that while my “Starter” mixture was brewing it attracted a wild strain of yeast that maxed out its potency. Only I could make psychedelic bread without trying…
Brendan and Somegirl are delightful, but whoever that fellow is hidden behind the sign, he has the loveliest elbow I think I’ve ever seen.
is that your elbow Chris?
it must be. only chris’ elbow is that lovely