Oh.. OH... you ok.. looks at the floor oh ........
pours a kelt cognac.....

I dunno, it's from a fond Playa memory. I had a lovely respite last year at Station 9. It was Sunday morning, and I was badly in need of some alchoholic relaxant. I wandered into the lounge area, and there were 3 medics there who'd been up all night. I plopped down on the folding chair, and one of them offered to me anything that was left on their meager bar. Someone had made coffee, and there was still some left. I jumped on it, and was pleased and delighted that the coffee was still warm, and there was about a half bottle of Kahlua and some milk and sugar sitting there. Someone was paying attention that morning. I sat there, sipping this concoction, and chatted with them for a good hour. Thanking them, I then danced away, a bit softer around the edges, and a warm glow going.BigCock wrote:Yes, khalua good, corn whiskey harsh. What do you call this concoction? Looks like, well, frankley, something associated with one's other end. Cheers.