… the bottle schploded in the back seat.
the temperature in the CLT was about 98 degrees today. and not the kind with the lachey brothers either. that made the real feel temperature about 104 degrees. you can only imagine what that would make the temperature inside of a vehicle. the type of temperatures where you defiitely don’t want to leave a baby or a dog or a elderly person in the car.
so…
friday night i played poker with a few friends. not wanting to go crazy out of my way, i stopped for a twelve of the COB at the local convenience store. the same store that a 10 year old threatened to knife my boy, pooky, for looking at him funny a year or so ago. i had never been in there in the over two years that i have been living here, so this was a little of an adventure for me. it had all the things a growing boy looks for in a store that has the bulletproof glass with a four inch tray to slide the cash under. your lottery tickets. your pork rinds. your malt liquors.
in that, something caught my eye…
mad dog 20/20 banana red. oh, the banana red. it harkened me to the days in college. dump out about half of a two liter bottle of 7up and then fill it with a bottle of the MD twenty twen twen banana red for my own version of a ghetto wine spritzer… a wino spritzer if you will?
all nostalgic, i threw down the three fifty for that majestic square wine bottle. they gave me the mandatory paper bag to put it in and i mozied on over to rome’s to play some poker, leaving my ghetto goodness in the pocket on the back of my seat.
fast forward to today…
APPARENTLY, there are storage temperature restrictions to mad dog… that is right. when i got to my car the after work today and hit that magic little button to roll down the windows and open the sunroof, there was this interesting aroma. ah, the smell of warm banana red. if only the geniuses that make those little pine tree air freshners could make them in banana red mad dog 20/20. luckily for me, the interior of the MINI was saved by the absorption capacity of my favorite beer logo jacket. motherbitchshit.
lesson learned: ghetto drinks will hurt you, one way or another.