The Mystery Drink
The past few days have passed by mercifully quickly. As I said last time, one of my housemates invite a lot of friends to this house over the past few days. There was much drinking, noise and stupidity, including one incident of them banging the front door and ringing the bell at 3am because they couldn't open it. What is it with drunks and the loss of ability in using a key?
They were a decent bunch... some of them extremely annoying (including one who had drunk so much that he was still drunk when he woke up the next morning, and then wandered around the house making a high pitched noise), but most of them were good. I went out for a drink with them on Sunday, to a bar I'd never been before, where I was had the simple pleasure of sitting near someone who was clearly high as a kite, who had a bit of a thing for pouring glasses of water over his head. He was - eventually - chucked out, much to my amusement as he made a lot of random noises on the way out.
Later that night, we moved over into the corner of the room, which had just been vacated. The seats were much better over there, so the choice was obvious. But left on the table by the previous occupants were a multitude of unfinished drinks.
Of course, dying to return to childhood days of "cuppie tea" - which involved pouring leftover tea from one mug to another - I had little choice but to take all these drinks and aggregate them into a single pint glass. The result was an amusing reddish pink stodgey liquid, almost like tomato juice, yet obviously not. To top it all off, a couple of cigarette butts were added to the drink, which floated on top of the newly created head of the "pint". It was, truly, a masterpiece.
We started to get annoyed that the drink - now titled the Mystery Drink - was not being picked up by the bar staff as they did their endless searhces for empty glasses. So, to get rid of it once and for all, we first fished out the cigarette butts, and then placed the Mystery Drink on the nearest empty table.
Suffice to say, it was soon picked up by a barman. The barman was amazed at the sight of this strange drink. He stared at it for some time, and eventually picked it up, taking it back to the bar for disposal.
But once he got there, he proceeded to, apparently, have a discussion about this drink with other bar staff. They collectively held it aloft to inspect the contents, sometimes sniffing it to see if they could work it out. None of them seemed to know what to do with it.
So the original barman did the most obvious thing, and drank some of the Mystery Drink.
Silly man. Maybe he hadn't been working there for very long. I would have thought that bar staff know not to be testing the remnants of drinks, but maybe curiosity got the better of him. Suffice to say, the Mystery Drink failed the taste test, and we can be sure it won't be being mixed up as a cocktail in future. The barman gave a startled grimace, and poured the drink away. The concoction of so many drinks drank by so many people must have contained masses of germs. I hope he isn't ill. But then again, he was stupid enough to try it.
It was one of those moments where I wish I had a camera. A picture of the Mystery Drink would demonstrate that maybe it would get the better of most people's curiosity. But now it is no more. For shame.
Life, as always, continues in its infrequently amusing way...
They were a decent bunch... some of them extremely annoying (including one who had drunk so much that he was still drunk when he woke up the next morning, and then wandered around the house making a high pitched noise), but most of them were good. I went out for a drink with them on Sunday, to a bar I'd never been before, where I was had the simple pleasure of sitting near someone who was clearly high as a kite, who had a bit of a thing for pouring glasses of water over his head. He was - eventually - chucked out, much to my amusement as he made a lot of random noises on the way out.
Later that night, we moved over into the corner of the room, which had just been vacated. The seats were much better over there, so the choice was obvious. But left on the table by the previous occupants were a multitude of unfinished drinks.
Of course, dying to return to childhood days of "cuppie tea" - which involved pouring leftover tea from one mug to another - I had little choice but to take all these drinks and aggregate them into a single pint glass. The result was an amusing reddish pink stodgey liquid, almost like tomato juice, yet obviously not. To top it all off, a couple of cigarette butts were added to the drink, which floated on top of the newly created head of the "pint". It was, truly, a masterpiece.
We started to get annoyed that the drink - now titled the Mystery Drink - was not being picked up by the bar staff as they did their endless searhces for empty glasses. So, to get rid of it once and for all, we first fished out the cigarette butts, and then placed the Mystery Drink on the nearest empty table.
Suffice to say, it was soon picked up by a barman. The barman was amazed at the sight of this strange drink. He stared at it for some time, and eventually picked it up, taking it back to the bar for disposal.
But once he got there, he proceeded to, apparently, have a discussion about this drink with other bar staff. They collectively held it aloft to inspect the contents, sometimes sniffing it to see if they could work it out. None of them seemed to know what to do with it.
So the original barman did the most obvious thing, and drank some of the Mystery Drink.
Silly man. Maybe he hadn't been working there for very long. I would have thought that bar staff know not to be testing the remnants of drinks, but maybe curiosity got the better of him. Suffice to say, the Mystery Drink failed the taste test, and we can be sure it won't be being mixed up as a cocktail in future. The barman gave a startled grimace, and poured the drink away. The concoction of so many drinks drank by so many people must have contained masses of germs. I hope he isn't ill. But then again, he was stupid enough to try it.
It was one of those moments where I wish I had a camera. A picture of the Mystery Drink would demonstrate that maybe it would get the better of most people's curiosity. But now it is no more. For shame.
Life, as always, continues in its infrequently amusing way...
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