So much so that he was passing joints to us, instructing us to share them with the crowd, with the same promising idealism and generosity I’d imagine was present at Grateful Dead concerts.Įventually, his friends responsibly made him give us the 16-ounce can of Citradelic IPA he had just bought, because he was too intoxicated to have it. But, in fact, I’m sure many people were watching us, particularly the guys about our age who were standing behind us, one of whom was particularly intoxicated. In other words, we were dancing ecstatically, as if no one was watching. In such good company within a crowd, it is easy to lose one’s sense of self being self-conscious is a nonissue. We quickly thereafter bought a Sierra Mist in a souvenir cup, poured our vodka in and began to devour it together through three straws as we swayed along to the opening song, “Circuital.” We all went to the bathroom so Josephine could disarm herself of our 80-proof weaponry. Armed and ready to enjoy the sweet melodies of Jim James, we took our Uber to the concert and slipped through security with no problems. To be clear, we snuck vodka in, because it’s easier to do that than sneak in bottles of beer and is a much cheaper option.
#CITRADELIC IPA FULL#
We had come full circle, apparently.Īfter dinner we filled the flasks with their respective liquors and duct taped them to Josephine’s upper thighs they were easily concealed under her long skirt. We all reminisced on that night, remembering the explosive salads. That night we ate dinner at Chili’s, where we each ordered a “Quesadilla Explosion Salad,” an enormous tossed salad with a quesadilla on top.
The last time the three of us had been all together was in the ninth grade, six years earlier. We met at Madeline’s house and each had a shandy and quesadilla for dinner. We had been looking forward to this event, and we prepared ourselves appropriately, arming ourselves with an arsenal of two large plastic flasks with which to sneak in grapefruit vodka and tequila to fuel our experience at the show. I’m drinking it now for the second time: this time, with more thoughtfulness. My first encounter with New Belgium Brewing Company’s “Citradelic” IPA was a few weeks ago at a My Morning Jacket concert I attended with two close friends, Josephine and Madeline.
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