I’ve seen a lot of weird ass shit in my dreams, but I think today takes the topper.
A wand holster.
My wand holster.
Not as part of a cosplay, but as part of my magician’s uniform. A thin leather pouch worn off the belt. Complete with a wee hook on the body and an eyelet in the hood so the wand can be kept secure even if upside down.
I think I have found what ‘pretentious’ means.
A fucking wand holster.
~throws up hands~ Fuck it. I’ll roll with it. As long as it’s not a Hello Kitty wand holster, I think I can manage.
Today, I dreamed of the following, very specific cocktail recipe which repeated itself in the dream about 289 thousand million times, which is why I felt it important to ask about it. I was hoping some of you woo-slingers out there might take a look and offer your opinion as to what, magically speaking, such a brew might be driving at—other than a nasty case of halitosis and getting you terribly, terribly drunk. I will write the ingredients in the order they were listed in the dream. Neither order nor ingredients ever varied:
2 cups clear, white rum 2 cups “special select” gin 2 cups celery root tops, chopped 2 cups spring water blend fresh garlic to taste sea salt to taste