Bubble Tea (OMD2)

Bubble Tea

These nails really do remind me of bubble tea, inasmuch as you can be reminded of something you’ve never consumed. I don’t think it’s the little tapioca balls that act as the tea’s “bubbles” that are driving me away (though squishy is definitely not one of my preferred taste sensations) so much as the milky juice base. I like to think I have a fairly adventurous palette (for pete’s sake, I ate duck testicles this year and barely complained about it, because they were kind of delicious – sorry, nut-less ducks) but I actually draw the line at milk-juice squish ball tea.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t look down at my nails, a manicure in response to day 15’s theme of abstract in the Oh Mon Dieu nail art challenge, and think they look exactly like grody old bubble tea. Ooh, OR in a similar, yet somehow infinitely less disgusting vein, I could say they were inspired by Orbitz, a beverage that was popular in the ’90s for about 3.8 seconds because as it turns out, people don’t like drinking things that look like lava lamps and taste like gummy bears (that’s actually not true. Despite my dislike of bubble tea, I loved the crap out of Orbitz. My parents bought one giant case from Costco and I drank every one – cherry, lime, fruit punch – but for the orange, because ew.)

Cobra Club

Cobra Club

Earlier this week I attended a super hush-hush underground dinner club by the name of Cobra at the behest of my more-adventurous-than-I best friend. Sort of a roving foodie rave-turned-carnival, it featured some of my city’s finest chefs doing their thing in a fun, mostly secret party atmosphere, sans rules, sans limitations.

This led to a number of very fun and tasty dishes, of course, but also a whole lot of weird. Offal weird. Exotic bird weird. Rodents that run around your front yard weird. TESTICLES weird. It was like every participating chef received the memo that all they could serve was FOOD THAT SCARES. I tried a bit of nearly everything in the spirit of not being a massive party pooper, but yikes, some parts really should just stay ON the animal, you know?

But still, the whole evening was a trip, from the moment I was ushered into the venue by a man in a tinfoil cap to the instant I realized that duck testicles are really not so bad once you get over the shock of eating genitalia.

So in honour of the oddest evening, and dining experience, I believe I’ve had in…ever, I did these nails, combining both the Cobra (in a tinfoil cap) AND the weird animal parts (why yes, those are the duck testicles on my thumb!)