It’s that time of year where people across the world get out the Irish flags and drink Guinness in memory of some long lost historical roots that they may or may not actually have. To be honest, it’s just like any other night in Glasgow.
Before heading to work, the wonderful Lindsey joined me to sample some vodka gummy bears that I’d put together. She said it was my idea, but she was the one who was desperate to try them out.
I never really bothered getting many good photos of the bears themselves, since the bears that I had kept back to act as a comparison with the vodka soaked ones had ended up getting eaten a day or before anyway. You’ll just have to take my word for it that they had swelled up to at least three times their normal size.
They were pretty tasty, although as usual I ended up going too far and making too many bears with too much vodka… so some of the bears were ehh, rather strong.
We couldn’t live with ourselves if we didn’t finish the bears though, and so we plowed on through. I’m not sure whether we were both disgusted or proud of ourselves… probably a bit of both.
I think her face says it all.
and onward to the Cathouse, where there was much drunken jubilation.
Our security folks are the best.
Some nice girls. (and guys)
I’ll hopefully have more to blog about soon. Life doesn’t stop, but sometimes it’s good if writing about it does for a bit.
