After spending the weekend playing Bingo*, and unrelatedly being in a bit of a funk due to one of those unpredictable dips in serotonin, I’m about ready to do some serious thinkin’ about drinkin’. I’m not a big drinker, but we have a large bottle of Wild Turkey at home, purchased so I could make hot toddies when I was sick, and a bottle of red wine from Christmas. In practice, I’ll probably avail myself of those. In theory, though, I think it would be nice to have a signature shot that Shapelings can turn to when the bigotry gets nasty. There’s no talking to people who are determined to hate, judge, and persecute you because they’re offended by your body, threatened by your happiness, or simply unable to think analytically about societal messages. So you might as well raise a glass instead.
Of course it has to be called the Baby Donut. And by rights it ought to include some of the most indulgent inebriants we can think of. I’m thinking Bailey’s, or possibly Godiva White Chocolate Liqueur which I’ve never had but the bottle is pretty, floated on top of something, with a sugared rim. But what can we float it on top of that tastes like baby? One version of the Test Tube Baby shot has peach schnapps with a drop of grenadine, but if we copy that exactly, we’ve just got a Test Tube Baby, not a Baby Donut. Chambord is an option, for a jelly baby donut, but I can never afford Chambord. That’s the limit of my knowledge, so I hope some of you have bartending expertise to offer!
Also, as an additional question for the non-drinkers and anyone else who’s interested: what do you do when you are blue? Do you subscribe to the idea that there are certain foods that improve your brain chemistry? Do you just go with chocolate, which certainly does? Do you meditate? Take a bath? I’m interested to hear how you repair yourself and rally when you’re feeling down, or under stress, or someone is calling you a hypocrite on the internets, or whatever. Personally, I usually count on exercise for the endorphin spike, but over an hour of dance yesterday failed to improve my mood (this is probably in part because it should have been two hours, but I couldn’t find parking). I’ll probably try again tonight, or go with my alternate approach which is rereading old comic books and light novels, or practice needle felting, which I just learned and which handily involves a lot of stabbing.
*Note to trolls: when we post that link, it’s our way of saying “we have heard all your asinine comments before.” Sing along now: B-O-R-I-N-G, B-O-R-I-N-G, B-O-R-I-N-G, and boring was their complete inability to apply critical thought or at very least come up with new insults!
It doesn’t scan well, but you’ll pick it up eventually.