were my parents insane for allowing me to hang a spuds mackenzie poster on my wall when i was 12? i just thought it was cool that a dog was riding a surfboard. i don't think it even occurred to me that spuds was a beer-selling mascot for anheuser-busch. even if i had been drawn to the product, beer was pretty disgusting to me until i was in college.
i had my first real drink when i was around 19, which is a lot later than most people. i was at a random leverett house party, and people were mixing drinks. i had never seen most of the liquor before, so i had no idea what goldschlager, jagermeister, absolut, or triple sec meant. i didn't want to look like a complete moron, so i just mixed goldschlager (hey, the gold flecks were cool) and cranberry juice together. some guy looked at me and said, "um... that's interesting." i probably should have taken that as a sign NOT to lift the cup to my lips, but i did so anyway. the taste of acidic jet fuel met my palate, but i continued to drink it, because you know, you just don't throw away alcohol if you're underage. plus, i didn't want to be "that stupid freshman" who mixed goldschlager and cranberry juice out of ignorance, and spat it out everywhere in horror (which was exactly what i wanted to do).
needless to say, i never mixed that concoction again.
then i learned to brew beer a year later, and it was all over!
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i remember when i had to pretend to like beer.
it's like saying valdemort in the world of harry potter. it's just too horrible to say out loud.
Leverett, Massachusetts? Near UMass?
no, that awful dormitory at harvard that looks like a gargantuan stack of yaffa blocks. one of the six-foot square windows actually fell out one year, plummeted about a hundred feet, and crashed near the front entrance. luckily, no one died.
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