Big Crazy Times at EHQ
Feb. 15th, 2006 08:56 amThis is the difference between my superpowers and
triadruid's superpowers, as demonstrated last night.
You see, we had a ton of mead left from
triadruid and
kittenpants' wedding, and have been sort of whittling away at our stock. Last night, we drank the last bottle. It was a sparkling mead, sort of a honey champagne. It's packaged like champagne, too, with a cork surrounded by a twisted wire cage, and the whole assembly is covered over in gold foil.
I've opened a number of these bottles in the past year and a half or so, and when I do, it always goes a little like this: I peel back the foil. I start to undo the cage, and BLAMMMO!!! The cork and the cage fly off in separate but equally perilous trajectories, and the mead foams up and spills over the side of the bottle, with about a quarter of it ending up on the floor.
So last night, when there is a request for mead in the bath, I go and grab the bottle, the last bottle and bring it up, but I don't open it. I hand it over to
triadruid. He peels off the foil. He unwinds the wire cage. I cringe. He pulls off the cage and throws it away. He holds the bottle for a time. Nothing has yet exploded. He puts his thumb to the base of the cork and presses. The cork flies off, hits the ceiling, and then bounces into the trash can. All the mead stays in the bottle. Then, he looks at me like "Was that so hard?". Unbelievable.
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I've opened a number of these bottles in the past year and a half or so, and when I do, it always goes a little like this: I peel back the foil. I start to undo the cage, and BLAMMMO!!! The cork and the cage fly off in separate but equally perilous trajectories, and the mead foams up and spills over the side of the bottle, with about a quarter of it ending up on the floor.
So last night, when there is a request for mead in the bath, I go and grab the bottle, the last bottle and bring it up, but I don't open it. I hand it over to
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