My passion with Iced Tea
I don’t recall my first encounter with the famed Iced Tea from Long Island ~ but I do remember every instance of me drinking too much of it. For those of you who don’t know, Iced Tea is made from a fine blend of gin, vodka, rum, tequila, triple sec, sweet & sour mix, and a splash of coke. Usually, it’s a shot of each, and as much S&S mix you want to make it taste good. For me, I discovered that adding 2 shots of S&S mix make it taste really great.
About 4 years ago, I had my first collision with the Iced Tea at Independent Bar in Orlando. I was out with my coworkers, and they had a special with 4 dollar mixed drink or something cheap. In the span of less than an hour, I had 4 Iced Tea. Like condensing amalgam, it came into me softly at first. I was all mellow mellow for about an hour, and then, before I realized, the shit would harden on me really fast! Eventually, it smacked me on the face like a ton of bricks and I can’t do anything but let it all go. That night, I made sweet love to a paper bag.
After that incident, I tried to stay away from the Iced Tea, and went with simpler stuff ~ usually rum & coke and random beer. However, a few months ago, with advice from Po about different super premium liquor I should buy, I realized I had a lot of top shelve ingredients that’d make a fine Iced Tea. With Patrón, Elit, Pyrat, and Bombay ~ my homemade Iced Tea goes down just a bit easier than that from a bar. Perhaps, too easy.
So last night, the class of 2010 was scheduled to hit the bar at Dillons from 9 till close. Though my roommates had to leave early next morning, TSI convened an emergency meeting and it was decided unanimously that we’d go, and we’d go drunk. To start off, I had 2 shots of Jägermeister. Then I started mixing the Iced Tea. Instead of just 1 shot of each, I went with 1.5 shots. In between, I had 2 shots of Drambuie, and 1 shot of Elit. As we were readying to go, I downed my mixed of Iced Tea. ~12 shots alcohol, in about 45-60 minutes. Yup, I’m also surprised that I’m alive to be writing this ~ I’m sure I was killing my hepatocytes by the millions.
Like 4 years ago, I was fine for about an hour or two. I do recall most everything I said and did last night ~ but try as I might, I can’t recall when the shit hit the fan. I remember I was chatting with … someone… my head started to spin as I sipped my Miller Light (finished a bud light before). Next thing I know, I was down the stairs, barely holding onto the rails, and into the bathroom and praying mightily. I dimly recalled people coming through and chuckling about my sad state of affairs, but I hardly cared. At one point, I got out of the bathroom by myself, and laid down on the couch. I also recall getting up and running back into the bathroom, realizing my gastroesophageal sphincters were all failing that none of it was under my control. Damn autonomic nervous system kicked my ass with extreme prejudice.
I don’t know how much time passed by as I intensely prayed and meditated in that little stall, but my roommates came and bailed me out. I was dimly aware of them asking where my jacket was, and me telling them to not forget the scarf. I also remember being handed a paper bag, shoved into a taxi, and me apologizing to the taxi driver just in case I wasn’t forming a tight seal with the paper bag. Eventually, we made it home and they got me up the stairs and into my bed. I’m sure they were surprised that I was cognizant of their attempt at drawing on my face but I’m glad they didn’t try again just minutes later. After a couple more intense French kisses, I managed to fall asleep while cuddling the brown bag lovingly.
Ah, what a night! I’m sure I won’t be drinking for a while. Everything tasted horrible today, and I couldn’t even swallow properly earlier this morning. Heh, that’s the life I suppose.