Drinky Board Part III

Come visit. You will never want to go back. There are 3 places to see green in this world - Oregon, North Carolina, and Ireland. You can drive to one of those places in 12 hours.

I've got a large bottle of Jameson and relatives coming over tonight. 

The hallmark show of the 90s.

I was told I was someone's favorite white boy tonight. So I have that going for me, which is nice.

Surf Wax IPA. Elixir of the Old Ones. Traditional IPA, not one of these over the top New England style IPA that is all the rage with hipsters.

Well these aren't 11% - 6.5% or so. But even with the big beers I rarely get hungover, I dunno good genes I guess

It's amazing what happens when I'm left alone with Tito's.

I haven't had Icehouse in quite the while.  Like, fifteen years.  But, I did enjoy it back in the day, and it led to questionable decisions.  

I just can't get over the wallop that it packs in a 4pk of 16oz at 5.5% Alc/vol for only $1.99. Plus the taste totally works for me.

This might be a better find than even the Thompson was!

Icehouse, hmm now there's a (bad) idea for today's game. I may just grab a 6 or 12 pack...plus LaVine is back.

Lol, just got a 12 pack of bottles for $5.49 at Jewel. About to crack the first one.

Quoted for the eventual arrest and trial.  Nothing good comes from drinking Icehouse.  

Story time with Drop In. I'm at a party in college with Icehouse kegs. The cover was $4 instead of $3, but the kick in alcohol content made this price increase justified. I didn't have all of the social graces Sophomore Year Drop In would attain. My friends and I had a habit of setting up shop right by the keg. On this night, the party was at a house with a huge bay window. So we sat in the window not even getting up to pee. No breaking the seal. I did eventually get up to go to the bathroom and saw a super cute girl from one of my classes on the deck. Went back to my seated position to a beer ready for me. I probably didn't realize at the time our consumption could be roughly double because of our prime spot. Finally, I've got enough liquid courage to head for the deck. But I've again been sitting for about an hour. I get up, take a few steps, but I realize something is wrong. My legs didn't work. My last four motions towards the back door were that of a sprinter with a torn quad. I proceeded to go through the screen door onto the deck, where about twenty people were ready for something cool to happen. Glad I could oblige. That was my first lesson that Icehouse was not Keystone Light.