posted on Jun, 6 2016 @ 12:31 PM
a reply to: AugustusMasonicus
I think my BFF once had a Screaming Buffalo at a lounge show in Las Vegas, the way she described it. I must tell her about it!
I like the idea of those straws. Unfortunately for me, I probably will never purchase them. They would only prompt horrible flashbacks to when my sons
were little boys, and they gleefully would come running up to me with straws stuck in various cranial orifices. It's a wonder neither ended up having
a glass eye or having to wear an eyepatch. And they found all this hilarious! No one better tell me that there's no difference between raising girls
and boys!! I grew up with all girls (and we were always allowed pretty much free rein and range of activities), but all but two of my parents'
grandkids were boys; we girls had our own things we did (and did to each other), but at no time did my siblings and I ever engage in many of the
antics my sons did.
Batavia Arrack.... synchronicity raises its cosmic head again. We just ordered a steel tongue drum to get ready for our Summer Of Love party next
summer. (I refuse to pay the price for a hang drum, especially when I could have had one for a lot less when I first heard one!) It's sound reminded
me in a way of a Balinese bell gong. So, when I found out the Southeast Asia Batavia Arrack, I think that will be perfect for cocktails at all our
tongue drum practices in the coming year. I cannot walk in and buy one, but I can order one online. .... well, considering that only one of us in the
planned SOL group has any musical talent (it ain't me), I may have to order a couple bottles.