Junior year, hot buttered rum (tasted like Everclear with a fried chicken leg stirred in it)... woke up in a snow bank to the words "Those look like Slim's boots..."
The Captain, my esteemed father, 32 years in the Navy, told me never to drink anything that didn’t come in a bottle with a label I recognized from home. I had bought the brandy (Christian Brothers) at the package store on Ft. Sam Houston, and the diet root beer at the HEB. Other people were drinking some red crap they mixed up in the bathroom sink.
I had some Learning Experiences in my freshman year, but you can only get *so* drunk on cheap wine before you throw up. It’s the hard stuff that kills students.