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Thursday, March 5, 2015

Thankful Thursday 3/5/2015

Calming Snow Triolet
Come morning I need your snowy embrace,
the frost, the sleet, the ice that stings and hurts;
I need the white crystals to chill my face.
Come morning I need your snowy embrace
to perk me up from November's disgrace,
to pick me up when I fell flat in fall's last dirt.
Come morning I need your snowy embrace,
the frost, sleet, ice that once stung and hurt.

The snow is still falling here in Pennsylvania. I am probably one of the few people that enjoy this type of weather. I'm not a summer person at all - I love snow and cold (I'm not a fan of ice, though). I'm thankful for the peacefulness of today. I am also thankful for the perfect picture opportunities today - I love the simple joys in life.

Looking at the cardinal through the window.

Oh! Twiztid just retweeted something I wrote. Jamie or Monoxide posted a line from the song "We Don't Die" and I tweeted the next line of the song. I love when they retweet me or Tweet me back. :)

Ah, the little things in life. Gotta be thankful for the little things as well as the big things.

Since last night's Faygo entry had some positive responses, I want to post another piece I wrote about Faygo. This time it was in Memphis instead of Detroit.

I walk into the absinthe bar that sits on the corner of Beale Street. The black Memphis sky is illuminated by the lights of restaurants, bars, street lights and concert venues. Beale Street is bustling, which is great for a limited amount of time: as an introvert, I look forward to retreating to little shops to just relax. The other night I found this quaint little absinthe bar by accident as I was leaving Buddy's. I have always loved absinthe and I thought it'd be a perfect place to check out after the ribs and collard greens I ate had digested. A few hours later after attending some live performances (a staple at every bar in Memphis, especially on Beale Street) and imbibing some of Tennessee's finest Jack Daniels, I decided to give this absinthe bar a try.

I wasn't disappointed. The night was growing late, but I didn't feel like going back to my hotel. I just wanted to relax, write, and sip on some of the neon green absinthe. I walk up the long flight of stairs and I am greeted by the bartender. "Welcome! Same thing?"

"Yes, please." I watch him pour the absinthe into an absinthe glass. He places the spoon with the cube of sugar over top of the glass. He lights the sugar on fire - as the bartender explains to me, it brings out the flavors more. The water drips onto the sugar to dilute the absinthe. One can't drink absinthe straight, worm wood and other psychedelic properties that can make you trip for hours.

The bartender finally hands me my glass; after what seems like an eternity. I sit on the comfortable brown leather couch and place my absinthe and can of Faygo on the coffee table in front of me. I sink into the couch and close my eyes. I could fall asleep with the industrial music - it sounds like Marilyn

Manson - in the background.

"Hey, is that Faygo?" I hear this guy call out to me.

I jolt awake, "Why, yes." He begins to talk to me, but I can't hear him with the music droning. All of a sudden the music seems to get louder. I walk over to him and we begin to talk. He is flirting with me and then the topic of Twiztid comes up. "Why, yes, I do love Twiztid. I am thinking about seeing them when they come to Philly next month. I'm from Philly." He smiles and then walks over to the jukebox, searches for Twiztid and chooses This Is Your Anthem. "This is for you, baby girl." He smiles, but surprisingly walks out the door.

 "I have to get back to my buddies. We're having this party," he screams over his shoulder as he walks out the door. I sink back into the couch and enjoy my absinthe as I listen to Twiztid ring out from the jukebox.

I fictionalized this story about for Soundtrackers. When mom and I went to Memphis back in September, we hung out at this Absinthe bar for all three nights we were there. Well, before we went there, we went to this gift shop and I saw they sold Faygo. I love the grape flavor and I bought a can to smuggle back to Pennsylvania (oh how I hoped that a plane ride wouldn't make the can explode!). When mom and I settled into the leather couch at the absinthe bar, some guy that was picking up absinthe noticed my can of grape Faygo. It was loud in the bar and he had to repeat himself three times. He chatted me up. And we chatted for a good 10 minutes about music and Faygo. Faygo is what started the conversation. He then went over to the jukebox and played Insane Clown Posse. After ICP, I put on Twiztid. Then he had to go. It was fun.

I'm thinking of including some food writing in my travel writing. I posted on Twitter if it'd be a good idea to incorporate food writing with travel writing and if people would read that. It was retweeted and someone replied they would. I feel like writing my food experiences in places I've been. It seems like food does unite some people. :)


  1. I was in the Faygo section of the grocery store just a little while ago. I saw Faygo Rock & Rye. I have never heard of it, but I thought of you!

    Cream soda?

    1. The cream soda is amazing! Next time I go to the hot dog place, I want to buy the root beer. That looks amazing too. I haven't heard of or tried the Rock & Rye. Sounds interesting!

  2. I like all those bird footprints in the snow. :)