Well, Good Old Pavoneous and I were together again yesterday evening, but Pavoneous had been reading some Trismegistus or something of the kind, and had come to the conclusion that drinking out of a skull was a tad too...well, beckoning spirits of death to come unto us. Especially drinking wine out of it, since wine, according to him, is representative of our life blood...which in a Christian context makes some sense since the representative of Christ's blood in the sacrament is wine. Anyway, since Halloween was coming nye so swiftly, we decided to try a pumpkin. Something a bit more appealing about that, to be honest. A skeletal jack'o'lantern wine goblet seemed just the thing. So, carve, carve, carve did we.
At this point the gardener walked in and casually took a swig of it, mistaking it for his usual flower pot full of gin. Claretta was in sticthes and decided to start sketching like she did last time.
Upon realizing what he had done and thinking we were performing some horrific Trismegistian immortality ritual, the gardener turned green and was subsequently transmogrified into something resembling Frankenstein's monster, which is very fitting because I always thought he looked like him--he's now a genius and loves The Sorrows of Werter as much as I do.
Claretta asked Wormwood--whose health, as you may percieve, has improved drastically since the introduction of streptromycin--to pose like George Washington, and he gave me a look of, "I feel utterly absurd posing as George Washington while holding a pumpkin full of wine."
I did not care for the taint of raw pumpkin in my wine--I scarcely think I would have cared more for cooked pumpkin, even in mulled wine--and spit it out again at the frightening apparition which appeared to our wine-fevered brains. The way in which Claretta drew it, however, makes it appear as though I were drinking out of a bottle screwed into the pumpkin. I do not look like myself in this picture either. I look like...I find myself brooding on the possibility that she may be having rondeveaux of gallantry at the local church of England with Mr. Listless. The scoundrel. Not again!!!!!!!
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