There are Fridays you look forward to, then there are frides you are afraid of....
There are Fridays you are excited about..
But some Fridays you want to end up so sloshed up that you doesn't wake till the next monde that too if you have to....
Civilizations have always lusted for a spirit that blasts you off your senses...
As the book says...
"Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit
No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit
For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die
Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit" -- THe book a.k.a. Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
This Friday was one of those days where your author truly wanted to be blasted of his senses.
You know shit happens.... N stuff like that...
So it all started with a mini bar of his..The bottles flew open and the grocery downstairs had good business on a weekend..After all delivering SPRITE after SPRITE upstairs and charging extra for that was always gonna be profitable business proposition.
Your author doesn't remember what happened next..How the spree ended...
Some next morning ..sorry the next afternoon he woke up..
Recalled he had to meet a friend who was passing by the city of gardens (and yea early closing pubs) last evening...Hurried off to a nearby friend's place where his traveler friend was put up..
As it happens his traveling friend was from one of the famed MBA schools that your author was trying to get into...
So normal chit chat gossip how this hows that followed..The famed interviews the placements..Screw recession i don waana talk bout it...
Having see in off his traveling friend..your author continued in his quest of the fride nite slosh...
More liquor ,this time more company and then the home made hookah...
Still brains not blasted..in senses...
How do you smash your brains ??Its been two days n still he is in senses..
Guess it will take a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.. FOr the uninitiated the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is the best drink in existence..
As the book says -- "...that the effect of a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick."
The Guide even tells you how you can mix one yourself.
Take the juice from one bottle of that Ol' Janx Spirit, it says.
Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus
Oh that Santraginean sea water, it says. Oh those Santraginean fish!!!
Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzine is lost).
Allow four litres of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it, in memory of all those happy Hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of
Fallia.
Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady odours of the dark Qualactin Zones,
subtle sweet and mystic.
Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian Suns deep into the heart of the drink.
Sprinkle Zamphuor.
Add an olive.
Drink ...
So lookin forward to the next friday... A Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster will sort out stuff and clear heads...
