Absinthe in Czech Republic
I've been working hard to edit Spin the World Around: One Man's Mission for Intention and Unconditional Love and make it the most notable travel memoir since Eat, Pray, Love... except it covers 24 countries instead of 3 and is about a guy instead of a girl. Anyway, I wanted to share this fun story about my experience with Absinthe in the Czech Republic with an excerpt from the upcoming book.
"I can tell you so many bloody stories," the ornery British bartender bellowed in an accent somewhere between England and Australia. "I was serving at this bar down the street, and a guy wanted me to give him a third shot of absinthe. I don’t serve anyone a third shot. I told him, 'No way!' They made me do it, so I gave it to the fucker. Bloody hell. Two hours later, I got a call from the fire brigade that the guy took his pants off and was dancing naked at another club. Of course, the cops came," he bellowed. "Never drink a third shot of Absinthe."