The first-known reference to pink elephants as a hallucination suffered by alcoholics appears in John Barleycorn. London wrote:
“There are, broadly speaking, two types of drinkers. There is the man whom we all know, stupid, unimaginative, whose brain is bitten numbly by numb maggots; who walks generously with wide-spread, tentative legs, falls frequently in the gutter, and who sees, in the extremity of his ecstasy, blue mice and pink elephants. He is the type that gives rise to the jokes in the funny papers.”
Hilariously, London goes on to make the point that he’s the SECOND type of hard drinker — the type that gets smarter when he drinks. Yeah, the more I drink, the smarter I get too, Mr. London. Cheers!
Anyway, a pink elephant appeared to my right-hand woman Eryn today, and she ran into traffic to get photographic proof that she wasn’t drinking on the job.
I mean, I see it. You guys do too, right?!
If you’re at or going to the big gem show in Tucson, Ariz., this week, you may also see a pink elephant despite being stone-cold sober. My Pink Elephant and Tipsy Writer ring won honorary mention in the Amerian Gem Trade Association Spectrum Awards eveningwear category, and it is on display ahead of the awards ceremony on Saturday. Now, if you tell me it started talking to you … then you’re probably messed up!