Man… I know it’s Christmas time and in addition to enjoying gifts, time with loved ones, and the sounds of the season, we’re also enjoying favorites like fruit cake, gingerbread cookies and… egg nog. Not me though.
When I was younger, I used to love egg nog. I could drink it all day long until I was sick of it. It was that good, to me. However, that shit would change when I was 10.
My grandma worked for a law firm back in the day and every year they would have this super decked out Christmas party where lawyers, paralegals and the likes could bring their families for fun and refreshments. Usually my grandma didn’t take me because she rarely went herself, but that year she let me go with her. It was pretty cool. I met her coworkers and stuff like that; nothin’ too big.
I looked over and saw a table with both red and green Solo cups on it. I walked over and noticed that it was egg nog! Of course I was excited as hell, so within seconds I downed my first cup. It tasted extremely unusual, so in my head I’m like “Well, maybe it was just that cup”. Before it was said and done, I probably had about four cups total. I was halfway through my fifth cup, when my grandma screamed “Hey! What the hell?!”
She runs over and snatches the cup from my hand. “Why are you drinking that?!”, she says. “Don’t you know the red cups are for adults?! There’s Hennessy liquor in there! You’re gonna be sick!”. As soon as she said that, I threw up; everywhere. I embarrassed the hell out of not only my grandma, but also myself. I’d eventually get taken home where I would throw up some more until I fell asleep.
Nowadays, anytime I see, hear about or smell egg nog, my stomach turns all because of the one time where I missed the memo. Y’all can have that shit, man.
-CH-
