Weekly Feature: Drinking Stories

Ever drank the alphabet? I had never heard of the concept but I think it sounds like a hoot.

On to this week’s drinking story:

Oh, where to begin?

How about the time I was on travel with some co-workers back in Virginia and our flight was delayed, so we decided to (of course) go to the hotel bar and while away the hours. Someone came up with the grand idea of “drinking the alphabet”.

So we started with A is for Acid Trip (Midori Liqueur, Gin, Vodka, Rum & Tequila), B is for Bronx Cheer (Apricot Brandy & Raspberry Soda), C is for Canadian Diamond (Champagne, Grenadine Syrup, Strawberry)… well, you get the idea.

I do remember staying semi-lucid until the P, which was a “Purple Jesus” (being south of the Mason Dixon Line, it contained pure grain alcohol and grape juice). It was so named because after consuming one, it was rumored that one would actually see Jesus. I don’t know about seeing Jesus, but I do not remember any of the flight home (Dulles to San Diego), nor the taxi ride from the airport, not really crawling into bed.

I do remember feeling my own bed and thinking how nice it was. I did not wake up with a hangover (never really have), but it took about 2 weeks before I really felt like going drinking again.

As a wounded veteran (Purple Heart, even!) of the corporate marketing wars, Angela had been laid off three times in eight years. Deciding to heed the advice of her therapist, “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results,” she decided to create a product that would be hers and hers along. Thus, Your Personal Poster was born. Although she has really had to learn to like Top Ramen and Mac & Cheese, she’s been in control of her destiny and has never been happier.

Image courtesy of  kvanhorn story and headshot courtesy of Angela Watson