Maybe I Could Blow a Shot Glass

That title may possibly be more provocative than I intended. Huh.

Anyway, this here Groupon landed in my inbox the other day:

Is it just me, or does anyone else think this is a terrible idea?

Sure, I'll stick this fragile glass into this freakishly hot oven.
Just let me take a couple of shots first.

I ask because I told my friend Pablo about the BYOB glassblowing workshop, and he thought it was a great idea. Of course, Pablo also gives out zombie monkeys as Christmas presents.

Creepy, creepy zombie monkeys.

I just know that when I drink, glass is less likely to get formed into beautiful, delicate shapes than to end up shattered in a pool of vodka and Diet Coke.

And although in my inebriated state I would likely think I was creating something like this:

Or this:

The sad truth is that the result of infusing glass with my alcohol-laced breath is far more likely to resemble this:


I'm not sure how the flipped-over car would get in there,
but it would find a way to happen.

Best-case scenario is that I would awaken the next morning with brittle strings of cooled molten glass woven through my hair and blisters in places that have no business having blisters and no memory of where that large empty bottle of liquor came from, and I would discover that I somehow called upon my muse to create this:

BTW, these are real glasses that you can buy.
Someone buy these for me, OK?

In short, I don't think I should be blowing past the legal limit.

See what I did there?