Date: Some Friday summer night back in 1995.
If you asked my friends, they’d swear I acted like a pansy that night and deserved what I got. We were at some microbrew-ish bar called Zip City Brewery. My head started bobbing ‘cause I was so tir… [Cue sitcom-like dream sequence]
Friend #1: Dude, it’s 10:30. C’mon! Wake up!
Me: I’m wiped.
Friend #2: You shouldn’t had those 2 Zimas while watching X-files.
Friend #1 [takes out a yellow pill]: Here, take a NoDoz.
Me: I’m not taking that…wait what is it?
Friend #1: It’s f*cking caffeine. It’s like a Jolt.
Me: Hey, who sings this song? This is hmmm hmmmm hmmm....Break...Breakfast at Tiffanies?!
Friend #1: Quit stalling.
Friend #2: Deep Blue Something. Take the freakin’ pill asshole.
Me: Fine, but I’ll only take it in a beer.
[While I semi-doze off my friend puts the pill in my beer. I woke up just enough to take a sip]
Me (shout): DEAR GOD [Friend’s name], DID YOU DIP?!!!!!!!
CUT to a visual of a string of dip spit trailing from my mouth to the bottle. I have a look of horror on my face (complete with wet tobacco bits all over my lips).
What really happened?
My friend put the pill in the wrong beer bottle. The bottle that my buddy was using for his dip saliva. YES my friends, I TOOK A SWIG OF DIP SPIT.
So how did it taste?
Between you and me, it didn’t taste that bad. Sorta like foamy chamomile tea, mixed with pencil and cork. It also had an oaky finsh. To this day I never forgot that taste. And I’m sure I never will. Happy Friday!