Right now, I’m just glad that I only turn 21 once. Part of that may actually be due to the flu. The fun started about 27 hours ago. After class, I went down to Coors Lab with Dave Brokering, who turned 21 earlier this month (21 days before my birthday in fact), and Matt Matteson (who’s only 19).
Since the last time I was there a couple months ago for Katie and Trish’s birthday, Coors has upgraded their ID system. Now they can your drivers license and an outline of a human body on the screen turns green for 21 and over or red for not. I was green…of course. Then they print out a wristband with your full name, last four digits of your drivers license number, and three numbers for the three beers you get.
First up, Blue Moon. This was purely on Dave’s recommendation as I haven’t found a beer I liked yet.
Blue Moon, a Belgian-Style white bee…is a somewhat typical example of a Belgian wheat ale. The beer is orange-amber in color with a cloudy appearance due to the fact that it is unfiltered. It is also spiced with coriander and orange peel in addition to the hops found in most beers. Blue Moon does have a more pronounced orange flavor than many other beers of the style. The grain bill for Blue Moon includes malted barley, white wheat, and oats.
Amazingly enough, I didn’t hate the it and I drank the whole thing (8 oz…so not a “true” whole beer). Next up, Harvest Moon. Some of the older people reading this who are familiar with Coors may be thinking, “No Andrew. Coors doesn’t brew a Harvest Moon.” True, there is no beer labeled Harvest Moon. Harvest Moon is actually a 50/50 combination of Killian’s Irish Red and the aforementioned Blue Moon. A bit more beery (yea, that’s a new word I just made up), but still decent.
Finally, an Orange Harvest Moon. This is exactly the same as the Harvest Moon, except that it’s 49/49/2…Blue Moon, Killians, and Orange Zima. You can definitely taste the Zima.
In between, I was called up to receive my “21: The drought is over” t-shirt and birthday card signed by the bartenders (no phone numbers though).
I went home (Matt drove), took a nap and then did some homework. Around 11, I called Dave up and checked to see if he wanted to go to the bar for a half hour. Dave said yes, but for more then a half hour. So I went over to Dave’s and then we walked over to the Blue Canyon with Laura (Dave’s girlfriend).
I got a free birthday shot from the bartender, Collin, an older gentlemen with short graying hair and pierced ear. I’m not actually sure what it was, but it buuuurned. The next two hours was a combination of a pitcher of Blue Moon and several shots, including a JÃ¤gerbomb (a shot of JÃ¤germeister and Red Bull, and not spelled Yeager) and a Chocolate Cake (a shot consisting of some combination of Frangelico hazelnut liqueur and vodka). There was also a shot of a homogeneous turquoise blue something or other and some others which I don’t recall.
Around 12:30 (plus or minus 30 minutes), we started to play pool. Needless to say, that didn’t work very good. At some point, I actually ended up under the pool table. By 1am, I was done and feeling quite sick. I was also feeling quite overwhelmed with sensory input and was ready to go back home (i.e. to Dave’s).
I wasn’t able to stand on my own, so I put an arm around Dave and Laura’s shoulders and sort of picked up my feet and put them back down as best I could. About half way home, I couldn’t even do that and ended up just dragging my feet. That worked for a while (it had snowed and so pavement was slippery), but Dave eventually had to give me a piggy back ride the rest of the way.
At Dave’s house, I pretty promptly vomited a dozen times or so. I tried sleeping on Dave’s futon, but it wasn’t very comfortable. Nick took me home and I slept.