Gloomy Thursday

5 Dec

Last Thursday I awoke to cloudy skies and dour drizzle befitting of the audition for a goth character I had that day. As I applied one more coating of black mascara I channeled the spirit of…ennui.
I think I did okay:

Please excuse that moment of utter vanity.

In the car on my way to the casting office I blasted Skinny Puppy, Bauhaus, and Haujob.

Oddly enough all this darkness is what makes me feel incredibly good. Happy, even. I have good twisted memories associated with goth music. They must be signs of my truly goth nature which lurks beneath. It does not really lurk though. It makes itself known in the form of my mostly black clothing. D’oh.

That night, still happily wallowing in crimson lipstick, I made a cocktail with the gothiest of goth names: Death in the Afternoon.

I have discovered I like absinthe. Danger!

At thanksgiving my fwife gave me some lovely French absinthe to take home. Smart woman.

I have no more pithy mots for y’all.
Although I must point out my stellar abilities to use words like mot and y’all in the same sentence.

Get some absinthe. If you cannot find it substitute Pernod, ouzo or sambuca. Or chew on a mouthful of anise seeds or tarragon. Or eat a handful of black jellybeans for the licorice-ish flavor of absinthe.

Actually, black jellybeans would be the perfect gothic accompaniment to this drink. Awesome.

Both me and the drink.
And you, too for reading my ramblings.

That was a lot more mots than I had planned.

Death in the Afternoon adapted (barely) from The Ultimate Bar Book by Mittie Hellmich
1 oz. absinthe
Pour absinthe into the champagne flute. Swirl the flute to coat the insides of the flute with absinthe like melancholy coats your troubled soul. Top with champagne. Contemplate the bubbles as representative of your many woes.

7 Responses to “Gloomy Thursday”

  1. sippitysup December 5, 2012 at 6:08 pm #

    Mascara has more meaning to women than men realize I’m guessing. GREG

    • Ellen December 5, 2012 at 10:53 pm #

      Oh yes. And eyeshadow color choice is the gateway to my soul.

      Sent from my iPhone

  2. milkandhoneyontherun December 8, 2012 at 8:12 am #

    Lol! You’re just perfect for goth roles. Woah absinthe 0.0 I’ve seen that stuff once in Heidelberg but never in Canada. Never knew it tasted like licorice though!

    • Ellen December 8, 2012 at 11:03 am #

      Absinthe is some heady stuff! I don’t actually care for it by itself, but really enjoy it in a cocktail. It does have that sort of anise/licorice-ish taste, also found in fennel-I think people either love it or hate it usually.

      Sent from my iPhone

  3. Sabrina Bolin (@MyMiBoSo) December 12, 2012 at 10:32 am #

    LOVE your goth collage! It’s so YOU…and ain’t no shame in claiming dark music for your happy music – I had a mild Trent Reznor obsession in college, and it always make me smile when I hear it.

    • Ellen December 12, 2012 at 1:21 pm #

      Aw, I’m picturing you raging out to Head Like a Hole or Closer:)

      Sent from my iPhone


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