I seem to keep paying good money for something that resembles toilet cleaner but without the urinal freshness. It doesn’t mater how many times I mistakenly fall into the “wow that looks pretty” trap, I keep going back. Help me.
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Try some yellow spectacles.
Try the “aversion therapy” method. Drink enough Curaçao mixed with bubblegum flavoured pop to make you projectile vomit (do it at home), then the smell alone will provide you with all the inhibition you need next time.
I could tell you about a friend of mine (no, not me) in junior school who polished off a whole tray of rhubarb crumble and found that the shakes in his intestines registered on the Richter scale. Never ate any again.
My Aunt Beru makes a pretty good blue milkshake.
This isn’t about Pepsi Blue, is it?
I found this to be an expensive but successful solution. Move to Hawai’i where blue drinks are Blue Hawai’is which are only drunk by tourists. Since you will be a resident, not a tourist, the prospect of being mistaken for one will be horrific enough that you’ll swear off them for life. Just keep in mind that Hawaiian weather at its worst resembles British weather at its best and that 60 degrees Farenheit is considered cold.
That or try Hawaiian Blue Death, invented by friends of mine out there who were for unknown reasons trying to create Blue Hawaiis. Take one bottle of Blue Hawaii mix, one bottle of vodka, and one bottle of 7 Up, Sprite, etc. To get the full effect, mix them in a styrofoam cooler. It looks like Kool Aid and tastes like Kool Aid, but does not have the same effect. WARNING! The inaugural batch which was made in a styrofoam cooler ate the sides of the cooler! Thus the Death part of the name. You have been warned.
CJ
Hate blue drinks. After drinking one, you look like a 6-year old with a mouthful of sucker.
I went to a bar that had BLUE SALT on the margaritas! Grrrrrr! Hate the blue salt.
Try radioactive green drinks made with blue stuff instead. We invented one in the dorm in Leningrad in 1989, which we christened the Chernobyl. Ingredients: blue Curacao, cheap Soviet vodka of the sort no sane person would export, and nasty Soviet Tang-like orange drink concentrate stuff. The color alone was enough to make one swear off alcohol.
I have decided not to drink anything that looks like it might be used to clean the mildew off of bathroom walls.
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I quit drinking soda two years ago, but I would start up again if I could find Blue Nehi anywhere I shop.
I haven’t seen a bottle of the stuff in over ten years, but I still look every time I go to the grocery or to a convenience store.
I went out one time with a friend &, because I’m apparently easy to ply with alcohol, drank too much of it on an empty stomach. To continue with the “stupid” theme, I let my friend choose my last drink. He came back with this incredibly blue crap.
Me: What the hell is that?
Him: It’s blue!
Me: Very good. Now, what’s in it, besides blue curacao?
Him: Hm… I dunno. I just told the bartender to make me a blue drink.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a story unless I drank it, & I did. Whatever it was, it handily finished the job of knocking me on my ass.
The punchline is, I went to bed drunk & about 5 AM, I saw the return of the blue stuff, if you catch my drift. First time I’d ever vomited due to drinking too much. I stayed away from alcohol for a good two months after that. Blech.
Oh, this is very helpful. When I was in college, we used to go down to the Phibar (aka the Panther Hollow Inn on Forbes Ave., a block from Carnegie Mellon) to “drink a rainbow.” In other words, we’d drink a pitcher of a drink from each color of the rainbow. It didn’t matter what drink was chosen, as long as it was the right color. These were our general choices:
Red–Alabama Slammers
Orange–Fuzzy Navels
Yellow–Whiskey Sours
Green–Melonballs
Blue–Blue Kamikazes
Violet–Purple Hooters.
But we were never entirely satisfied with the “blue kamikaze” thing, since it is just a blue version of a non-blue drink. Nice to know that something called a “Blue Hawaiian” exists. (Not that I can imagine ever drinking a rainbow at this point in my very tame life.) So what’s in a Blue Hawaiian?
** EchoKitty**, me too either. I one had a blue drink of some kind and when I looked in the mirror later I said “Good lord, I look like a blew a smurf!”