[oh mah hed]
Everclear. Golden Grain. PGA.
Pure grain alcohol. Pure guaranteed foolishness.
When I was coming up with my list of A-Z food and drinks, Everclear was the first thing that popped into my brain for the letter E. After doing a little research on this combustible corn distillate, I’m surprised I still have a brain after drinking this stuff back in my college days. 190-proof ethanol. You could remove warts with it.
Well, at least (and probably the only thing that saved me) we diluted it with gallons of Hawaiian Punch, Country Time Pink Lemonade and/or Grape Koolaid. And cans of Libby’s Fruit cocktail (for Vitamin C). We’d mix it up in a big ol’ Coleman ice chest and serve it at dorm parties. Hunch punch. Jungle Juice. When the punch was gone, you ate the fruit, which was also, by this time, 190-proof.
To distract myself from the shame of younger me stupidity, I can tell you a funny story about a time I had a dorm party with my freshman roomie, Angela,* where Hunch Punch played a role. At least, it’s funny to me, but lord knows what’s humor and what’s a byproduct of damage done by the grain.
At some point during the punch party that night, I left to walk someone back to their room. When I came back several hours later, my dorm (a double with a kitchen and common room) was dark and eerily quiet.
What?!!! We’d made a big batch of punch. The party should certainly not be over so soon.
“Hello?” I hollered, a bit hesitant, into the blackness.
I turned on the table lamp and winced as light flooded the scene.
Holy crap! Everywhere were strange alien growths! All over the furniture! The cabinets! The TV!
They were oozy and pale and slightly luminous, sort of like fleshy stalactites and stalagmites. I was raised on Science Fiction, ladies and gentlemen – I’m a Star Trek baby.
This had all the earmarks of a first-stage invasion.
The Hunch Punch cooler was ominously empty, but for a scant bathtub ring of red death and a lone, incendiary chunk of pineapple.
I heard a groan. Racing down the hall to Angela*’s room, I tripped over a crumpled wad of debris in threshold as I flipped on the lights.
And there she was: unconscious on her bed, being slowly devoured by alien beings.
Her hair was filled with the white growths, which had spread across her face and clung to her eyelashes. She stuttered and twitched, spastically clutching a battered tube in her hand. She moaned again.
Terrified, but fascinated, I leaned in.
She mumbled. “Bisssss-kit. We need bissssss… Kit.”
Puzzled, I drew back and squinted at her mottled visage through booze-befuddled eyes. Ahhh.
It was coming together.
I pried the mangled cardboard from her fingers and returned through the hallway, kicking the wad of metal and paper from the sill as I passed.
In the kitchen: The Siege of the Dough Boy.
Even drunk, I could easily reconstruct the events leading to the carnage, as I waded through scraps of biscuit tubes and melting dough. My roommate and her cronies, in what was obviously an ethanol-fueled frenzy, had breached the stash of Pillsbury Grands sent home with me by my grandmother.
A biscuit battle had ensued. At least, till the punch and dough ran out.
I ate the last piece of fruit in the cooler and went to bed.
My memory of the night, though many years later…
Everclear.
(aarrgghh).
—
Mallory: Say, this stuff is pretty good. What did you say it was?
Pam: Basically? Pure ethanol.
Mallory: Huh. Well God bless corn subsidiaries.
— Archer (TV Show)
*names are changed purely for my own protection
Great post! Everclear was a big part of my misspent youth growing up in Central Indiana. It was always a central ingredient in our wapatuli. Never did something in a trash can taste so darn good!
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It probably disinfected the trashcan so it was safe to drink the punch. 🙂 What’s wapatuli? Sounds like it’s tasty but dangerous.
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It’s a Midwestern thing. Instead of a cooler with fruit, it was a trashcan full of Everclear, fruit juice, and fruit. We usually used just Everclear as it was a quicker buzz. Here’s a good description. Mid-West college party drink or WapParty
Each guest to the party brings a bottle of alcohol. All the alcohol is mixed in a large garbage can or other suitable container. Several different kinds of juice are added along with sliced apples, oranges, kiwi, pineapple, papaya. Just about any kind of fruit will work. It is best served over ice in a plastic cup.
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Nothing. Nothing. Nothing good. Ever came from Everclear. That is the start of a lot of mistakes. Fun post! 🙂 https://creosomnium.org/2017/04/06/rise-and-shine/
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Thanks Sahara! If I had children, I would shudder at the thought of them repeating my misspent youth. 🙂 I did have very few colds when I was in college – I think Everclear worked as a disinfectant.
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Oh my. I bet those affects were felt for a long time afterward! Can honestly say I’ve never gotten hold of straight Everclear….or have I ????? LOL!
Lisa / Tales from the Love Shaque
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The problem (or the salvation?) with drinking Everclear at that age is that you’re bulletproof throughout your 20s and early 30s, so you don’t learn the value of consequences until later, around 40, when you drink a gallon of sangria at a happy hour and can’t move for three days. 🙂
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I’ve never tried this but it sounds like the start of some crazy parties!
Cait @ Click’s Clan
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We had some good ones! I shudder at the thought of consuming any grain alcohol now though!
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Awesome!! While we didn’t give everclear a try, there was another mind altering substance that led to an attempt to make bathtub jello….with peaches…..
Thanks for the laugh!
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Now that sounds wildly creative! Would love to see photos! I did run afoul of a couple of gummy bears shot full of grain alcohol once…
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I do love me some Everclear! And I don’t even drink….
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That was awesome E.S.! Haven’t heard that in years – thanks for sharing!
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Oh my goodness! lol That is some kind of memory! I feel bad for your biscuit loss though!
I have heard many stories of Everclear! I never had the pleasure – not because I was a good kid or anything like that, just because I never managed to get my hands on any. 😀
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Thank you for recognizing my bereavement! This was back in the poor student/ramen noodles days, so the loss of ten cans of biscuits was quite a hardship. 😉
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Everclear is one I have stayed away from. My mom kept a bottle in the bathroom cabinet to put drops in my ears aster swimming to prevent swimmer’s ear. All of those glorious grands used in battle!!
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