piracy

party notes: hail tasting wine storm.

12:45 and maudlin as fuck, forced to retreat.

i'm past their not dancing to my mix.

i'm almost past wanting to kiss everyone i see. that'll make you maudlin.

not really past the dance party ongoing, to crappy 80s shite. either there's no accounting for taste, or i just don't understand people.


revelation of the night: lucifers tears, or chai moonshine. grain alcohol, distilled in the heart of the hollow, in a gravity fed, spring-water cooled still. then add cardamom, cinnamon, black pepperr, nutmeg, all spice, star anise, and cloves.


fuckin right, piracy.