No this is not something about Star Trek. It's about an article I saw in the news today. BORG is an acronym for: black out rage gallon, the latest drinking craze on our college and university campuses. It seems that the kids are sort of safety conscious and have come up with a method of drinking themselves into oblivion with some control over the contents of the swill they swallow.
Starting with a gallon jug, add alcohol of choice, whatever additives they have, and drink themselves blind.
Which brings us to the rest of the story as Paul Harvey used to say. Back when my older brother was in college, and it was quite a few decades ago, as in late 60s, his fraternity had a tradition of pooling their booze for the semester return weekend blast. Literally pooling it! Like in taking a big washtub, pouring a bottle each in the tub, cutting up a whole lot of fruit and mixing it all together. They may have added other stuff on occasion, I wouldn't know, not having been old enough to be there.
This mixture, named CranBam, was consumed by all over that first weekend of the semester. Usually there was at least half left over by Monday. And of course it was decanted back into the bottles. Put away, it was not touched again until the last brother had finished finals for the semester, whereupon another blowout took place. My brother brought some home one year and I have to tell you, it was GOOD! Well at least 15 or 16 years old me thought it was...
So I guess what's old is new again...
BTW, my brother also introduced me to FADC, Friday Afternoon Drinking Club. And when I eventually went to college I started a chapter at UMass Amherst. One of my brighter moments.
Starting with a gallon jug, add alcohol of choice, whatever additives they have, and drink themselves blind.
Which brings us to the rest of the story as Paul Harvey used to say. Back when my older brother was in college, and it was quite a few decades ago, as in late 60s, his fraternity had a tradition of pooling their booze for the semester return weekend blast. Literally pooling it! Like in taking a big washtub, pouring a bottle each in the tub, cutting up a whole lot of fruit and mixing it all together. They may have added other stuff on occasion, I wouldn't know, not having been old enough to be there.
This mixture, named CranBam, was consumed by all over that first weekend of the semester. Usually there was at least half left over by Monday. And of course it was decanted back into the bottles. Put away, it was not touched again until the last brother had finished finals for the semester, whereupon another blowout took place. My brother brought some home one year and I have to tell you, it was GOOD! Well at least 15 or 16 years old me thought it was...
So I guess what's old is new again...
BTW, my brother also introduced me to FADC, Friday Afternoon Drinking Club. And when I eventually went to college I started a chapter at UMass Amherst. One of my brighter moments.
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