WHY,,,?
SLOE GIN.
Yup nostalgia.
I joined the Marine Corps at seventeen and the drinking age then was eighteen. When I reported to 29 Palms after basic I was old enough but never cared to spend time at it.
When I was nineteen my glasses were broken and the corpsmen kept screwing around getting new spectacles. So I learned to drink and then drank enough to get a pretty good case of alcohol poisoning.
I learned to handle a large tolerance in later years but I have always been a cheap bastard. When we were stateside I talked the platoon into everybody getting a motel room in Jacksonville instead of bar crawling outside Lejeune.
I bought a Mister Boston guide, some tools and a shaker and would load up at the package store. Guys with girlfriends could have them in their room, we had a swimming pool, I could play wargames or roleplaying games in my room and even after paying the motel it was a helluva lot cheaper than bar crawling.
I have never been much for sour drinks but a lot of the girlfriends wanted Sloe Gin Fizzes. I learned to like them a bit.
I’m still too damned cheap to shell out for someone else to be bartender though.