My serious party days are behind me. I fondly remember my college and post college days at times, remembering what a lush I was and how much fun I had.
Things are MUCH different now, with a couple of rugrats, a wife, and a career.
Last night my wife and I went to a white trash themed party and had a great time. We were in full costume and so were almost all of the attendees. There were over 50 people at this persons house and it was a lot of fun. I even got a temporary Harley Davidson tattoo on my arm, and my wife got a rose complete with thorns on her arm. As the night wore on and folks got more and more boozy the tattoos started to get placed on more...well...interesting places.
Anyway, I realized that I have a very low tolerance now compared even to a year ago. I have been working out so much and drinking so little that after just a couple of beers I was starting to feel the effects. I was the driver so had to basically slow it down to just one beer every hour or so, with some pop mixed in. Back in the day I would have just chugged myself into oblivion. Am I growing up or becoming stodgy?
It was fun watching people make asses of themselves. Eventually the hostess was allowing enthusiastic men do jello shots off of her belly and I even saw some people smoking pot. I was offered some and declined - I need that like a hole in the head at this point in my life. All I could think of was my lung capacity and that I need 100% of it for my MT workouts.
Believe it or not they had a couple of coolers full of Old Milwaukee and Pabst Blue Ribbon. I am sure they were a joke but I played along and drank a few of the Old Milwaukees for old times sake. In college I was a Stroh's man, but more than a few Old Mils made their way into my fridge if they were on sale. The taste of the Old Mil was as nightmarish as ever. Ugh, what swill. But it made for a good prop with the rest of my costume.
Later on there was the great white trash beer tasting challenge. PBR vs Old Mil.
Identifying which beer was which in the blind tasting was very easy for me as I had tasted a few of the Old Mils that night. It is hard to believe but the PBR was exponentially WORSE than the Old Mil. That PBR was in my estimation the absolute worst "beer" that I have ever tasted in my entire life. And I have had my share of beer. For what its worth, if you are ever at a party and have no alternatives, don't even take the PBR - just go for a glass of water. Your body will thank you the next day.
My wife and I usually like to use our "date nights" to be just with each other, but once in a while we have found it to be great fun to party down with the natives here in Southern Wisco.
I have to hand it to the host and hostess of this party, they did a pretty good job. Even the music they played on the stereo was pretty white trashy - here is an awesome sample for you.