11:11:11 on 11.11.11? Time for a cocktail
Friday, November 11, 2011 at 4:35PM ;)
I was the 11th to sign up, but the first to arrive at The 1111 Building on Jefferson Davis Parkway — arguably the most offensive bit of faux French Empire claptrap in the whole of New Orleans. The buidling has been empty and sad for some time, but was resurrected for a few moments this morning by Bart Everson, who had called a conclave (coven?) of 11 people to meet at the appointed time. Which, of course, was 11:11:11 on the morning of 11.11.11.
Why? I'm not sure. But it seemed an excellent excuse for a drink.
;)
People filtered in right around 11am, as Bart made up his drink. It was — no surprise — the No. 11 Cup from New York's Eleven Madison Park (with Averna and Punt y Mes, among other ingredients).
A complication arose when a police car pulled up and the officer yelled out the window, “This is private property.” Our fears were allayed when we realized this was an emmisary from the Xavier University Police. Here we thought we’d been invaded by the Soviet Union's army, but then realized it was just a private security detail from Belarus. One of our 11 turned out to be a Xavier professor, who spoke calming words. The crisis was averted.
;)
A minute or so before the appointed time, we took our drinks and walked to a carport and all stood in parking space #11, while listening to the Grateful Dead play The Eleven on a boom box. Somebody counted down the time. At 11:11:11, we all toasted, chanting "Eleven!" as the morning dram slid down the hatch.
And then the 11 of us went our separate ways, having somehow averted a disaster of interplanetary scope and scale in ways that even we could not fully comprehend.
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As it was my mumblety-mumbleth birthday on 11/11/11, despite the fact that I was born at 4:18am I decided to have a wee dram of something special at exactly 11:11:11. There are those who said that something magical would happen.
Well, that dram was of 23-year-old Black Maple Hill rye whiskey. What magical thing happened? I had some really tasty rye whiskey, that's what. (Oh, and I transmuted some lead into gold.) A good day all in all! :)
Some people celebrated this unusual date that happens rarely. And some says that it's a lucky day.