If it was to a song at a party or dance club or bar where they play music.
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I have never had a beer in my life. Despite the fact that I was the kind of girl that preferred busting heads to any other activity my Grandmother said that ladies didn't drink beer. Beer was something only low class slatterns drank. And only in the beer halls at that.
Okay, so you high society "ladies" prefer Zinfandel and Mad Dog 20 20. Got it.I have never had a beer in my life. Despite the fact that I was the kind of girl that preferred busting heads to any other activity my Grandmother said that ladies didn't drink beer. Beer was something only low class slatterns drank. And only in the beer halls at that.
Classic! I bet your folks were skimming your brew. I swear dude, I will never forget your post.I don't remember the exact song. . . but I am sure it was the Beatles.
I started making my own beer my senor year in High School with my best friend, his mom was a terrible pack rat. . . so we thought she would never find our fermentation buckets, or where we put the bottles for the final weeks of fermentation.
It amazed me that when you are underage, you could buy all the shit you needed to make beer, and all the information to do it was at the public library.
Years later. . . I found out that our folks knew all along what we were doing. . they just didn't care. We brewed about a couple of cases every two or three months or so. What ever school work and our jobs would permit.
My best friend was quite a bit more well off, and his house was much, much bigger than mine growing up. His mom was, like I say, a pack rat. She was an art teacher and a bit flighty. So. . . we kept all the shit at his house.Classic! I bet your folks were skimming your brew. I swear dude, I will never forget your post.I don't remember the exact song. . . but I am sure it was the Beatles.
I started making my own beer my senor year in High School with my best friend, his mom was a terrible pack rat. . . so we thought she would never find our fermentation buckets, or where we put the bottles for the final weeks of fermentation.
It amazed me that when you are underage, you could buy all the shit you needed to make beer, and all the information to do it was at the public library.
Years later. . . I found out that our folks knew all along what we were doing. . they just didn't care. We brewed about a couple of cases every two or three months or so. What ever school work and our jobs would permit.
If it was to a song at a party or dance club or bar where they play music.
Mine
skimming being the operative word here...My best friend was quite a bit more well off, and his house was much, much bigger than mine growing up. His mom was, like I say, a pack rat. She was an art teacher and a bit flighty. So. . . we kept all the shit at his house.Classic! I bet your folks were skimming your brew. I swear dude, I will never forget your post.I don't remember the exact song. . . but I am sure it was the Beatles.
I started making my own beer my senor year in High School with my best friend, his mom was a terrible pack rat. . . so we thought she would never find our fermentation buckets, or where we put the bottles for the final weeks of fermentation.
It amazed me that when you are underage, you could buy all the shit you needed to make beer, and all the information to do it was at the public library.
Years later. . . I found out that our folks knew all along what we were doing. . they just didn't care. We brewed about a couple of cases every two or three months or so. What ever school work and our jobs would permit.
If we had kept it at my house? Hell no. . my folks were Reaganites. My mom would have found that shit and dad would have beat my ass. . . His mom was the liberal, so, tactically, we thought it better to keep it there.
His dad worked for Merrill Lynch, a higher up, never home.
We both had no clue that our mom's did talk, and that. . . they knew. . . somehow, the entire time. I didn't find out till thirty years later.
I found out why they didn't care. . . mostly b/c we were both honor students, headed off to a big ten school, so, if that was the worst trouble we were getting into? meh.
. . . now. . . If his older brother found it? Yeah, he was a bit of a bully. Count on him skimming that. But by then, he was already at the University that my sister, and later we would be at.
Well, okay good for you Holly. You missed out on a Joyous ride of Jesus Christs life. He drank red wine and got blasted with a bunch of men. 12.For me, there will never be such a song because I don't go for anything alcoholic.
God bless you always!!!
Holly