Well, that was a bad trip!
First of all, I'd like to take full responsibility for my outburst and place all of the blame on Wilski, Chopperman, and Rossi (everything is his fault, right). .......s forced me to fly back with a bottle of some .... called Absinthe.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absinthe
Absinthe has often been portrayed as a dangerously addictive psychoactive drug.[7] The chemical compound thujone, although present in the spirit in only trace amounts, was blamed for its alleged harmful effects. By 1915, absinthe had been banned in the United States and in much of Europe, including France, the Netherlands, Belgium, Switzerland and the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Although absinthe was vilified, it has not been demonstrated to be any more dangerous than ordinary spirits. Any psychoactive properties attributed to absinthe, apart from that of the alcohol, have been much exaggerated.[7]
I can tell you from experience, it is NOT exaggerated. If you've never drank it, take it from me, stay away from it! Kropo, I owe you a public apology (I got my helmet on of course). Consider it a compliment I thought about you to direct some of my venting. Powerslide members, I also owe you guys an apology too. Homos, I owe you guys an apology, as I use the word "...." and "gay" in the 'gay sense, not the homesexual sense. Ben, can we get a breathalizer app for my iPhone? Maybe a 'don't make a fool of yourself stop app', we can call it the 'don't be a jumkie' app.
So a bit of background if you care to read, otherwise, skip to the end, as I already said my peace above. On my recent visit to the Glorious Island (no not Australia, obviously Great Britain) Wilski had the pea brain idea to visit Chops, who greeted me with a bottle of Absinthe. Hence why you should blame them. Chops taught me how to properly prepare this evil satanic "beverage" (seriously, look it up, you ever heard of the founder of the Church of Satan, Aleister Crowley, well he drank the stuff). Anyway, so a French way and a Chek way (I may be wrong, but whatever). The one where you set the spirits on fire over some sugar cubes, that is the one you should never try. Why? Because the caramelized sugar tricks your taste buds into poisoning yourself with too much because it tastes so good (oh, don't break out the bottle after you've drank beer, as your inhibitions will already be down). Honestly, just don't ever drink the stuff and avoid the hell after. I've drank tequila, and this was not like being drunk, it was like being 'out your ....... mind'. I suppose you guys deserve some kind of explanation, so there you have it.
In my post self analysis, its interesting to me that it was here on PS where the synapses of my alter state of mind obviously decided to "frape" my usually even keel nice-guy personality and appeared as a preposterous alter ego. Other than my horrific post, there was no other harm done, save soiling the carpet where I awoke. Thats right, I didn't drive drunk, or accost some unsuspecting person, or call a former girlfriend, or kick the dog. I almost made it without incident, but minutes after I was driven home, moments before I fell to sleep in the place I stood, my absurd state of mind directed me to take out my phone and say hello to my PS family. Except, that's when the 'green fairy' appeared, and what otherwise would have been a "I love you man post" turned into a "F al of you and whats wrong with my beloved sport". So, maybe consider it a compliment I thought about you guys. I cant go beyond much of an explanation, except that when I woke up later to the buzz of my cell phone I realized my mistake (CaliKid calling me at 5:30AM to wake up and join him at the 'pub' to watch the Southampton Saints soccer club season opener in the Premier League (or is it the Champions League, whatever). Obviously, I was in no condition to go drinking as I muddled incoherently, he did ask me if I had lost my ....... mind, which apparently, I had. I've imposed a self ban on myself. It may last a day or more, maybe a week, a month. Who knows.
Oh, Barry, you're still a .... though. But the more mild UK version of .... this time. Hey, thats an improvement, right...