This is an accurate representation of our kitchen area circa Saturday morning at about 10am. Anyone walking in and viewing this scene would probably wonder just what exactly transpired.
For the past week or so, my roommates and friends have been in exam mode. I’ve been spared the same indignity this fall, since I’m presently on co-op and resuming school in January next year. In any event, a decision was made to blow off some steam on Friday and purchase some Bacardi 151. This liquor’s claim to fame is its flammability, owing to its higher than average alcohol content.
The back label, as threatened:
“Inflammable means flammable? What a country!”
In the interest of not offering evidence to a future jury or prejudicing potential employers, we won’t go into any specific details here. 151 certainly puts everyone in an interesting mood though. I can’t say I personally had the nerve to try any – that will have to be next weekend.
Another common domestic picture results when people are in the vise grip of midterms – they often choose cheap fast food and leave it all around. This is the set of cardboard I took out to the recycle bin on Saturday morning:
I must admit if that pizza place was open right now I’d be over there to grab one.