Beer and all things alcoholic

[Jeremy C_88-93]

So...the topic was brought up on another thread but I thought the memories should be captured here.

Here is Dan with the famous collection. It was a joint effort. I still have the prize T-shirt. These are only the ones we actually thought to save if I recall. The T-shirt reads "There are 80 ways to get this T-shirt, and I drank all of them"

[Mark Hager 87-91]

Jeremy: Taressa was pre-Sierra Leone for me, and I was thinking that this beer binge was about the same time. But are you thinking that all that drinking was after we'd all gotten back from those voyages (1992-93)? If so, maybe the reason I wasn't in on too much of it was that I wasn't living in the house that year. I recall a few Smith antics that year, but mostly I just remember sleeping and working a lot. I lived by myself, took two graduate courses each semester, taught two sections of public speaking each semester, worked for both the planning department and the Community Service Program, and got ready to head to grad school in Minnesota. Not much frivolity in there, although I did meet my wife that spring.

Mark

[Jeremy C_88-93]

Yeah, I wasn't a beer drinker before I went to France. Heck, I only turned 21 the semester before leaving and half of that had me laid up in bed after my appendectomy (performed by Smith alum Tom Shields, by the way. )

France opened me up to a lot of tastes and trying new stuff, introducing me to wine, cheese, beer, stewed rabbit, duck pate', horse meat sausage, and other civilized stuff. Nothing like your monkey heads in the pot mind you! But prior to going, my experimentation involved what sort of alcohol tasted best with Mountain Dew (thank you Scott H.).

Of course, getting introduced to beer in Europe sort of turns you into a beer snob and I never joined Dale for a bottle of Mickey's Big Mouth, not once. Or, what was it? Milwaukee's Best? Man I remember some really bad beer being drank around the house at times. Anyway, that's why Dan and I thought the beer tour would be a good idea. It was mostly imports.

Now, thank goodness, I live in a mecca of microbreweries. The blessed home of Fat Tire.

[Dan Dostie 88-92]

It was definately fall of 1992, the semester I graduated. Upon returning from Europe I had to complete a minimum number of credits at K-State in order for the credits earned at Purpan in France to count towards my degree. It was the lightest academic load I had ever had so I thought I would take it easy and do something memorable to finish my college years. Of course 90 bottles of imported beer was a bit out of budget so I enlisted Jeremy knowing he would appreciate it having just completed his study abroad too. You, Jerry, and I shared the third floor room so to commemorate the event I set up the bottles in the stairwell for the final photo shoot. Since there was only one shirt I kept it at graduation. Then when I returned to Manhattan the following summer to say goodbye to everyone before leaving for Africa to serve in the Peace Corps thats when I gave it to you. Thanks again for the great memories!