This post started out as a paragraph on the previous post about mead, but I realized there was more to it than a paragraph or two. So, here we go.
I have to say, another big reason why I’ve re-delved into mead is my wife, my best man, and his wife. See, my wife, “Bea”, and Pistolette’s hubby, “Mikey”, apparently have this thing for live band karaoke and Pistolette and I have a thing for something we like to call Warrior Porn™. What is Warrior Porn? I wouldn’t say it’s ultra-violence or perhaps even gratuitous violence, but it is violence, and there are usually swords.
We have this deal, where when the other two want to go to their cover bands, Pistolette and I watch viking movies / warrior porn. The first one was a blessing disguised as a complete catastrophe though. Not that we’ve had any since though, and that’s due more to scheduling than the aforementioned catastrophe.
For our inaugural Viking Night™, we watched Valhalla Rising, and judging by the trailer, we were starting things off on the right foot:
If you just watched that trailer, congratulations, you’ve just watched the best parts of the movie. No need to watch the rest. Apparently, the bulk of the movie is the sort of transcendental crap I don’t want in my viking movies.
The upside is that Pistolette forced me to finally watch the first episode of Game of Thrones. I’d seen the opening 7 minutes or so of the first episode, and that was all it took to not only convince me that I wanted to not only watch the show, but inhale the books. Well, I knew I wanted to read the book first, and I’d been holding off on reading it because I wanted to wait until “winter” – for better immersive feel. I was doing fine until I watched that first episode. Pistolette is my dealer, and she knows exactly what drugs I like.
Shortly after that, and right at the start of the first cold spell of our warm winter, I borrowed from 6th Ward Girl her paperback copy of A Game of Thrones, Book 1 of the A Song of Ice and Fire series by George R. R. Martin. I inhaled it, as was to be expected. And being the high-quality drug that it is, I did the responsible thing and helped get as many people as possible hooked on it too.
Since then, I’ve watched the first season (awesomeballs!) and read the five books out in the wild. And I can’t wait for the upcoming Season 2, which can only mean one thing:
GAME OF THRONES MARATHON WEEKEND! WITH LOTS OF MEAD!
And perhaps for our next Viking Night, we’ll go with a better viking movie, even if it’s one we’ve seen already. Or perhaps the new Conan the Barbarian with Jason Momoa who also played Khal Drogo in GoT.
Also, things I feel are relevant but didn’t feel like working into a paragraph:
- Did you know that the average honey bee produces one-twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in its lifetime? It’s true. At least, that’s what nude girls random facts tell me.
- Also, the term “honey moon” originated with the Norse practice of consuming large quantities of Mead (a beverage made from fermented honey) during the first month of a marriage.
- That last post was enough for Andre to send me his mead recipe. Excelsior.
- I made a variation of the “Winter is Coming” meme for Mardi Gras.
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