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Saturday, September 10, 2005
Beer and Poptarts
Five years ago I was a college freshman with crappy classes that occurred at the ass crack of dawn. For this reason, I took to the bottle.
Everyday at around eight o'clockish, I'd walk over to the coffee shop in the Student Union with my brushed Stainless Steel travel mug from Starbucks in tow. I'd get it filled with the darkest brewed coffee they had, then walk back to the dorm. I'd open up the bottom drawer of my desk, get out a bottle of whiskey or Irish cream, and make myself a cocktail. I would take my mix to my expository writing class and sip away while others discussed really boring topics that I could care less about.
As the semester progressed and the weather got colder, I didn't feel the need for the Union brewed coffee. Instead, I took a shot of whatever was available and had a Poptart (usually iced strawberry). I ran out of milk one morning and instead of getting a glass of water or juice, I cracked open a Guinness. The dark beer and the Poptart went really well together, especially the chocolate kind. Thus came my new morning ritual: Beer and Poptarts.
(Beer and Poptarts)
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