The Green Fairy

I bought a bottle of absinthe . I always wanted to try it. First I mixed it according to the recipe. One absinthe in the glass, three ice waters trickled over a sugar cube to make it cloudy. I like it, but I wish it was greener. It probably depends on the brand. Tastes like anise candy.

I added it all to a cocktail shaker and took the easy way out for round two. It works the same. Next time I’ll mix it a little stronger. Maybe one to two.

I would have it again, but I …

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, hey Lorelei, we’re blogging. Have you met the Green Fairy?”

“Yeah, and you need to decide where your inspiration is coming from. I have other clients you know.”

“Well, she talks about different stuff.”

“True, and some of it’s good. It’s just that I’m all in, and I expect my clients to be all in too. I’ll have bourbon with you, even the occasional rye. Sometimes, I’ll even show up for craft beer. I draw the line at wine and absinthe.” Lorelei pushed out her chest and said, “She’s — fickle.”

“I’m not really that fancy either, I suppose. She’s hot though, other than being green. Not that you aren’t hot too. I mean, you’re totally hot.” The fairy licked my ear, and I pulled away.

“Whatever. Look, finish your binge, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Those are some really hot boots…

And she was gone. The fairy stuck around, and we had a third drink. She’s pretty seductive, but can’t hold a candle to Lorelei.

I’m a beer and whiskey kind of guy. Lorelei sends me good ideas. I think I’ll stick with the Muse. Maybe she’ll try harder, but don’t tell her I said that. Now if I could only get Lorelei to help with editing.

Do fairies know how to edit?