Tonight Vincent (no not Tim Burton’s Vincent but Vincent from My Pet Skeleton) stopped by for a visit. If you know me at all you know that I am not shy to announce that I love Vincent. I do, I think he’s a fantastic person and most importantly he puts my sarcastic streak to shame. I’ve trained myself over the last 6 years to suppress my sarcasm, but around Vincent I can just let the biting remarks fly. It’s kind of nice to be mean once in a while. I think it’s good for the soul.
Excuse me while I reign in my wandering thoughts and return to the reason for the post. You see Vincent came into town was because he wanted to see Gary’s artwork that he had showing at Cafe Taste. We headed over there for some amazing coffee and tea and after a nice talk with the owners, they presented Gary, Vincent and I with a small amount of mead.
It was presented in wonderful little stemmed glasses as a congratulations on Gary selling some of his art. We each took our glass, chimed them in a toast and while Vincent and I took a sip of the honey drink, Gary took his as a shot and downed it all at once.
There was a moment of silence when we all watched Gary’s face change when he realized that it was not a shot. Suddenly Gary chuckled and made some off handed remark like “I guess I better get me some class.”
We all started laughing at that point and the owners began making jokes about how next time they serve Gary mead they’ll put it in a horn so he can enjoy the flavour of it. This lead to Gary being associated with Vikings and well now you get the title….Gary drinks mead the way the Vikings did…in giant swigs!
Ok that was a bit anit-climatic but sorry people…it’s all I got and damn it I thought it was the funniest thing when I started this post.
Now, uhm, go look at the pretty picture of the Vikings!
