Long Island Iced Tea.
Partly because it’s delicious.
Partly because despite being a “girly drink” it will fuck you up right quick.
And mostly because I “discovered” this drink on my first trip to Vegas. On my last night there (first trip) I got blasted beyond belief on these while proceeding to do very well at the blackjack table. Went up about $500, finally couldn’t see straight, spilled a drink right on the dealer. The Pit Boss was apologetic - “Terribly sorry, sir. We must have filled your drink too full. :rolleyes:”
“Why don’t you tip this nice lady and call it a night?”
It was a great idea. I tossed the dealer a $25 chip, apologized like a madman, somehow managed to cash out and got back to my hotel room.
The room I was sharing with my dad, who until that day never knew I ever drank.
Hey, I was only 21. Still in college.
I threw up more than I thought possible. I hugged the toilet all night.
“Geez, Game, you are really sick.”
“Yes father, I am.”
I was still sick as a dog the morning following. Never slept. Just threw up, collapsed around the toilet, repeat. I had to fly back. Stupid pride kept me from the plane restroom. I just suffered in silence.
That was probably the third closest I’ve ever wanted to be to dying.
The in-flight movie was A Beautiful Mind. I’m sure it wasn’t a bad film, but to this day I still can’t see even a bit of it without feeling intense nausea. That flight might have been the longest four hours of my life. I was so afraid of vomiting on the innocent passengers to my left and right, but at the same time feeling SO SICK.
Regardless, I still associate Long Islands with good times and winning at BlackJack. If I wasn’t, you know, male - and grown up - I’d still order them. As it is I stick to boring gins and tonic.