It was inauspicious, thank you very much. Not only did I receive some unfavourably unceremonious career news, I also managed to embarrass myself in front of the world’s pre-eminent Discordians. I addressed this by sitting on a balcony and staring into the middle distance while poking a cat with a broom handle* and slugging emergency cocktails.
However. My day has officially been salvaged, because what cocktails they are. Roughly equal parts spiced rum (Morgan’s, natch) and fresh apple juice (the proper stuff, what you might see in organic markets – Fallon & Byrne is a good place to pick it up). What’s it like? Imagine a good lascivious helping of apple-upside-down-cake** wearing a low-cut dress and sweating it up on the dance floor of an jazz fusion dive in Havana. Yes, you do want to try it.
*We don’t want our neighbours to know she’s here, so we can’t let her jump up on the railing. This ruse does assume that our neighbours are deaf.
**Allegedly this is better known as “Eve’s pudding“.
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