Jagermeister
This blog is for my friend Carrie who asked me today, "Where the hell has your blog been? I added it to my google homepage and every morning all I see is your sister's face because that's the last blog you posted! I love your sister but come on, it's time..."
So, in efforts to inspire me to get back to writing this here sensational blog, she gave me the topic of Jagermeister to write about. Well, where do I start? One would think that this Wuth would love the Jagermeister being that it is 70 proof, German in origin, and the inventor's name was Curt (same as my dad) - but alas, this liqueur made with herbs, blossoms, roots and fruits tastes like thick spicy cough syrup that immediately makes me stupid. Sure, I remember the time in my life where getting wasted was the point of going out, not the result of having a good time. My friends would call me and say, "Jackie! What are you doing this Friday? You wanna get drunk?" We would get drunk and then, because that was the only way to have fun, we would go see a band or go to a party or whatever... Those were the days when I would start with a beer, then have a shot, then have a mixed drink and then end the night at The Dive Bar in Worcester, MA doing Jagerbombs. I honestly don't know why they exist. I never realized it then, but Jagerbombs are basically like drinking vomit. It is repulsive, you make a hideous face while drinking it (real sexy), and then you sort of drift off into a state of confusion where you don't know if it made you feel better or worse. The warmth creeps into your tummy and makes you feel comforted and wanting more (Jager is a natural digestive), but drink too much and that warmth in your tummy has you running for the toilet bowl for the rest of the night.
Ahhhh to be a kid again... :) I will be turning the dirty thirty later this year and now that I have grown out of my childish ways of drinking anything I could get my hands on just to have a good time, I am now more mature and have realized the key to having fun in any situation. The answer is... VODKA. It's lower in calories, tastes good by itself, and takes just a few glasses to get that spring in your step which in turn, equates to more money in your pocket. It's a win/win!
In all seriousness, Jagermeister was initially marketed as being a medicinal product that could help with digestive problems and coughing. It was also used as an anesthetic in World War 2. I encourage you all to take a shot when you are sick with a cold; I do it from time to time when I just can't resist the urge to party while sick as a dog. It works like a charm. As a social drink? All your asking for is a slimy throat, bad breath, and some uncertain trips to the bathroom. Keep it clean - choose vodka.
To close out on this here topic I will leave you with the meaning of Jagermeister. Jager means "hunter", and meister means "master". Hunt Master. With a moose, or an elk, or whatever it is on the bottle, all signs point to stupid with this here liqueur. All I can think of is Pauly Shore in "Encino Man" saying all of those "meister" words that didn't make any sense. May you all be a "Meister" of some kind but please, for the love of Pete - don't be a Jagermeister.
Until next time,
Viel Spass Meister
So, in efforts to inspire me to get back to writing this here sensational blog, she gave me the topic of Jagermeister to write about. Well, where do I start? One would think that this Wuth would love the Jagermeister being that it is 70 proof, German in origin, and the inventor's name was Curt (same as my dad) - but alas, this liqueur made with herbs, blossoms, roots and fruits tastes like thick spicy cough syrup that immediately makes me stupid. Sure, I remember the time in my life where getting wasted was the point of going out, not the result of having a good time. My friends would call me and say, "Jackie! What are you doing this Friday? You wanna get drunk?" We would get drunk and then, because that was the only way to have fun, we would go see a band or go to a party or whatever... Those were the days when I would start with a beer, then have a shot, then have a mixed drink and then end the night at The Dive Bar in Worcester, MA doing Jagerbombs. I honestly don't know why they exist. I never realized it then, but Jagerbombs are basically like drinking vomit. It is repulsive, you make a hideous face while drinking it (real sexy), and then you sort of drift off into a state of confusion where you don't know if it made you feel better or worse. The warmth creeps into your tummy and makes you feel comforted and wanting more (Jager is a natural digestive), but drink too much and that warmth in your tummy has you running for the toilet bowl for the rest of the night.
Ahhhh to be a kid again... :) I will be turning the dirty thirty later this year and now that I have grown out of my childish ways of drinking anything I could get my hands on just to have a good time, I am now more mature and have realized the key to having fun in any situation. The answer is... VODKA. It's lower in calories, tastes good by itself, and takes just a few glasses to get that spring in your step which in turn, equates to more money in your pocket. It's a win/win!
In all seriousness, Jagermeister was initially marketed as being a medicinal product that could help with digestive problems and coughing. It was also used as an anesthetic in World War 2. I encourage you all to take a shot when you are sick with a cold; I do it from time to time when I just can't resist the urge to party while sick as a dog. It works like a charm. As a social drink? All your asking for is a slimy throat, bad breath, and some uncertain trips to the bathroom. Keep it clean - choose vodka.
To close out on this here topic I will leave you with the meaning of Jagermeister. Jager means "hunter", and meister means "master". Hunt Master. With a moose, or an elk, or whatever it is on the bottle, all signs point to stupid with this here liqueur. All I can think of is Pauly Shore in "Encino Man" saying all of those "meister" words that didn't make any sense. May you all be a "Meister" of some kind but please, for the love of Pete - don't be a Jagermeister.
Until next time,
Viel Spass Meister
Ooooooooo! So glad I missed this stuff. You may or may not know, but I haven't had a drink in over 21 years. Some of the stuff I drank was beyond the pale. The kicker in the blog is the picture! Made me burst out laughing.
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umm I like it for a headache. other than that, its like drinking liquid panty globs.
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