ExpatAkronite
Cascadia Subduction Zone
Culturally speaking, the Europeans are light years ahead of Americans in drinking.
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They have champagne. Good choice?
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ExpatAkronite
Cascadia Subduction Zone
Eh, Marx missed it on a lot of points. I prefer anarcho-socialist-revolutionary-lush.
Back on topic. After HS graduation we started to splurge. This was big:
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Little Kings, Schaefers, and Mickeys were very popular. When I was in high school though most of the guys were drinking Icehouse or Natty while the girls drank Zimas with Jolly Ranchers or grenadine.
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ExpatAkronite
Cascadia Subduction Zone
I'm self editing, self editing, self editing.....The Germans know what they're fucking doing...
First place I ever got drunk. Hofbrauhaus in Munich.
By far the drunkest I have ever been was in Dublin. Easy to drink pint after pint of Guinness (quite low alcohol) but when the pubs close and the party moves to a wine bar.....a bakers dozen pints of Guinness followed by champagne and port makes for missing breakfast at the B&B!
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ExpatAkronite
Cascadia Subduction Zone
And nowadays....the first time I found an empty beer bottle in my daughter's room I had to chastise her for not buying local (it was Deschutes Mirror Pond and Bend is three hours away).
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Most smashed I've ever been was in Chicago in 1994. Spent the weekend with a high school friend that was going to DePaul. Went to a Cubs game in the afternoon, drank gin and juice all early-evening in his dorm afterwards, then walked to the quad for a free Poi Dog Pondering concert. After a lot of beer at Wrigley, gin and juice in the dorm room, then smoking pot while listening to KMFDM in his room before heading to the concert, I could not walk a straight line.
We're walking through the quad when I pass out stone cold and bounce my coconut off the pavement. My buddies didn't even notice I'd passed out in the middle of a concert and had kept walking to the next hook-up, basically leaving me alone passed out cold on the pavement in downtown Chicago by myself.
By the time I come around, I'm surrounded by like six complete strangers that are genuinely concerned that I didn't just drop dead. One of the guys has mercy on me and offers to give me a ride home.
Yo dude, you alright? You just hit the pavement pretty fucking hard!
Yeah. What? I don't think so. My head hurts.
You need a ride home?
Yeah. I think so.
Where do you live?
Lancaster, Ohio!
Dude. You're on your fucking own.
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ExpatAkronite
Cascadia Subduction Zone
I don't think it ever goes well if gin is mixed with anything other than tonic or a dusting of vermouth. While I can't blame it entirely on the gin and lemonade that was smuggled into the old Cleveland Muni stadium I'm pretty sure Emerson, Lake and Palmer's stage was spinning.
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What knocked me out at DePaul in Chicago was not the gin and juice or the pot, but the bassist for Poi Dog Pondering hitting a brown note and holding it for two minutes. It was not melodic. It was not a note to any song. It was done specifically to cause pain and disorient the audience. It worked.
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