So I *finally* made it into benpeek's Nowhere Near Savannah
but in the outtakes section! Truthfully, I was looking forward to him telling the story but it was far funnier than he makes it out to be.
Basically, it seems right that the first time I ever drank moonshine was with benpeek
. Thre's some kind of poetic symmetry about it. Or something. The idea was that I would break up the long haul to NYC by stopping over in Sydney, crashing at his place and he would drop me at the airport, after a lovely rest, and I would meet up with catsparx
and Rob for the rest of the journey. What was I thinking?
Ben of course talked me into staying up the whole night so that I would be *really* tired the next day and thus sleep on the plane. No! I don't sleep well in public (apart from that time I fell asleep in that nightclub but that was different). And I don't sleep well when I am overtired. What was I thinking?!
So instead of refreshing and sleeping, I found myself wandering around Coles at midnight with Cas and Ben shopping for apple pie and milk after having a very unique tour of the Western Suburbs. And then stopping off at Cas' to pick up this mysterious alcoholic drink. Which for some reason, Cas' girlfriend's grandmother would bring home for her "duty free" yet always in its own crystal decanter. *I* am naive and wouldn't think that was at all odd.
Ben of course is ever the skeptic. And as he pours us out a shot glass each of this stuff that kinda smells like peaches but wayyyyyyyy more toxic he says: Man, this is moonshine. For some reason, I always pictured moonshine would come in a barrel rather than a decanter but ... what would I know about the world anyway? I wasn't going to drink it - not at the start of a 5 week trip that I decided not to get insurance cover for Crohn's Disease for it. But come on! How many times in your life to you get to drink what could be moonshine with Ben Peek?
So ... I did the shot. And um ... yes indeed. That was moonshine. Burned all the way down my throat to my stomach and brought a tear to my eye. Strong doesn't remotely cut it. And then Ben offers another?!
The best bit was catching up with them again on the train at Penn Station and finding out that it was indeed moonshine! Course the bit that sucked was overestimating how early I needed to be at the airport and sitting for about two hours and not falling asleep waiting for Cat and Rob to get there. And then being wayyyyyy overtired. Not sleeping at all for the rest of the flights. Getting cranky with security staff at LAX and decided to take out a hit on Osama Bin Laden and then finally getting to our hotel in NYC, dumping our stuff and heading straight out to Scott and Justine's party before the con. I don't think I sleep for something like 40 hours or more. And I never recovered from jet lag for the full 5 weeks - and I never ever get jet lag - and I still blame Ben.