Spent most of yesterday in a very musty basement in Queens, helping Sam and his family clean out his grandparents' house. It was an okay time, I got to haul around scrap metal and managed to come out of it with three new (to me) bottles of booze (one Mount Gay rum, one Bermuda Gold liqueur, and one Four Roses bourbon) AND got Carvel on the way home. Had some pretty fabulous sex, steak and veggies for dinner, and got to taste the first horseradish (yes, you read that right) mead Sam made. It's... interesting! It's definitely got a bite, but the honey really softens it up, and I'm excited to see what it'll taste like once it's done making yeast babies.
This weekend is going to be a mead-making bonanza. We've got a packet of sweet-mead yeast to use before it goes bad, and it's good for five gallons, so we're making a strawberry mead, a regular mead, a vanilla mead, an orange mead, and a Creamsicle mead. Pretty excited about all that!
Today's my day off, so i'm down at Caffeine dying of allergies, drinking a latte and trying to wake up enough to start on the May and June installments for the anthology. EVERYTHING IS BLOOMING, MY NOSE TELLS ME SO.
Last question: I know it's good luck to have a bird poop on you, but what about just seeing a bird poop? Is that still good luck, or just voyeurism?
