Absinthe!

Timing is everything. Mine often seems to entail the generation of negative atmospheric pressure or in the vernacular of urban youth - it sucks. A case in point.

One: I've wanted to try absinthe, a liqueur, for a while but it's been illegal in this country for 80 some years. Back around the turn of the last century it was widely reputed to cause madness and delirium so it was banned. You can see now why I wanted to get a hold of some. Then it gets legalized recently, so I'm all set.

Two: Last week we fly home on Virgin Atlantic from London. Mary's looking through the duty free catalog and sees that they now have bottles of absinthe for sale on-board. It appears Mary may have plans for driving me mad or at the very least somewhat confused. I'm not that hot for it as it's not readily apparent that I'll actually like absinthe so I don't want to buy a whole bottle. And besides it foils her evil plot which she claims doesn't exist but I know better.

Three: This week, mere days after our trip, Virgin America sends out an e-mail announcing that they are now in fact, serving absinthe on-board in handy single drink size drinks. I'm bereft. Mary's says she's not disappointed and actually doesn't care at all, but I know better. Of course, living here in the middle of the country we have no access to Virgin America, so I can't get any of that mind altering absinthe.