Wednesday and Thursday nights at BBQ Fest I hit the point of exhaustion… there just came a time each evening when I knew I was DONE. And Thursday night it came relatively early in the evening, about 9:30. I hated to leave when my booth would be open for another 2 1/2 hours, but I just knew… it was time to go.
Friday I recovered, but Saturday I started to get that feeling again… but even earlier, at about 4:30 in the afternoon. I didn’t want to miss an entire half day – the last day – of BBQ Fest! So I stopped drinking the keg beer that was being served in our booth, and walked outside. I saw a lemonade stand, and bought a large one for $6 and chugged it. It was wonderful! I bought a second, then a third. Yeah $18 for lemonade is a bit ridiculous, I thought, but if the festival wasn’t going on I’d be at the Saucer spending that much on beer.
By 6:30 I had finished my third lemonade, and about an hour after that I felt marvelous! I was full of life and full of energy and happy to be alive. I stopped yawning and started dancing around the tent. When friends came to visit I was a chatterbox on the upstairs deck, and I stayed out with them at EP’s and the Tap Room until 2:30 in the morning. Those lemonades made a world of difference – I surmised that it was not only that the lemonade didn’t contain alcohol, but that all the sugar gave me the boost I needed.
The next day, BBQ Fest was over, and I showed up at the Saucer mid-afternoon for my usual Sunday drinking extravaganza. By about 6:00 I could feel myself going downhill, so I decided to see if the trick I learned Saturday could work again. Now, the Saucer doesn’t sell lemonade, but they do sell a sugary, non-alcoholic beverage – Abita Root Beer. I figured two glasses of that would bring me back to life. So I ordered a root beer, drank it, and ordered my free refill. I noticed that Abita Root Beer tastes ever so slightly like Jagermeister.
As I was drinking my second glass, I was joined by former Sleep Out’s bartender Frenchie. “Want to do a Jager Bomb?” he asked. A Jager Bomb is a shot glass of Jagermeister dropped into half a glass of (EDIT: Yikes! Otto just pointed out that a Jager Bomb is Jager + Red Bull, not Jager + beer) and then chugged. It tastes every bit as nasty as it sounds and it’s most definitely a one-way ticket to Stupidville. Since I still possessed a little common sense at that point I turned down Frenchie’s offer.
But then I shared my observation that Abita Root Beer tastes slightly like Jager, and we both thought the same thing… Root Beer Jager Bomb. I’d say it was the birth of a new drink, but I guess it really hasn’t been “born” yet since neither of us dared to try one. I have a feeling that a Root Beer Jager Bomb could potentially do as much damage than the regular one, with the combined effect of the sugar and the Jager on one’s brain.
Like I said, I haven’t actually tried one yet, but we do have a three-day weekend coming up.
Coming tomorrow: A chance for you to have a say in Downtown building projects, and a new happy hour where Downtowners can meet their neighbors. I actually already have them typed up, but since I’ve posted 3 times this evening you already have plenty to read… they’ll be up at the lunch hour most likely.