It sounded such a simple assignment: test the hangover prevented by drinking the absinthe (yup, the stuff with the wormwood). After all, the fates had seen to it that they both arrived the same day, which happened to be the day of our end-of-year party - how difficult could it be? Noses to the grindstone, we applied ourselves diligently to the task at hand. Result: schism--half of our team swore that a miracle had occurred and that heavy drinking could henceforth be done without regard for tomorrow; the other half swore they’d never touch another drop.
As for the efficacy of the absinthe, well our book of verse, composed entirely after consumption of the green fairy, Un saison en the Bowery, will be published next week by HarperCollins.
