As some of you may remember, I'm kind of obsessed with Surge, former beverage of the nineties.
And I just heard the best story of Surge soda enjoyed to its fullest.
I have a feeling you have some stories, too. Do share! Red Bull just isn't the same.
Surge!
As you can imagine, we're all rather tired today. IFI came up with a genius way of making gorgeous iced tea, and I feel like I might drink gallons.
As some of you may remember, I'm kind of obsessed with Surge, former beverage of the nineties.
And I just heard the best story of Surge soda enjoyed to its fullest.
I have a feeling you have some stories, too. Do share! Red Bull just isn't the same.
As some of you may remember, I'm kind of obsessed with Surge, former beverage of the nineties.
And I just heard the best story of Surge soda enjoyed to its fullest.
I have a feeling you have some stories, too. Do share! Red Bull just isn't the same.
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Uh...I don't do energy drinks. They make me hyper and stringy and generally more loopy than normal, which either means A- I am left bouncing off the walls B-I am left pallor and shaky, unable to walk in a straight line like a drunkard. I might note that coffee and expensive cough medicines have the same effect on me, as well. So yeah, it's just me.
Ahh Surge. Back in high school, Surge was like Mountain Dew for people who were hardcore (and it predated the fad for energy drinks as they exist today). My best friend Becky was a Surge fiend. I drank it, too, but it was so much more fun to just give Becky a case and watch her go. For Spring Break my senior year of high school, we all (7 or 8 girls) converged on a cabin in West Virginia and proceeded to live off little more than Surge, pizza, and Oreo icing. I wish I was exaggerating.
Somewhere between the endless rounds of Mortal Kombat, I found a lurid 70's era romance novel stuffed behind the wallboard of a bed and started reading it to everyone--complete with voices. We were probably all bouncing off the walls by that point, because it was a hit and someone dubbed it Erotic Storytime.
Anyway, after a week, we had nowhere to throw our trash (the cabin was very off-the-grid), so our last night there (again, hepped up on Surge) we piled into my yellow '87 minivan with three bags of trash and drove to the nearest Wal-Mart, giggling maniacally. I think there's a tape of this somewhere: me careening by the Wal-Mart dumpsters...Becky and a few others jumping out to heave trash bags into the big dark structures...everyone vaulting back into the van so we could speed off into the sunrise, convinced that we were Bad Stuff indeed.
You know what else was good? Fruitopia - the original, glass bottle variety (strawberry passion awareness...delicious)
I may blog on this.
This is awesome. Thanks, Michelle!
Genn,
I have a theory about what killed Fruitopia. (Which was delicious!)
Remember that rumor that it was colored with crushed beetles?
(I'm pretty sure this was some sort of half-truth. Never did enough research.)
I think that did it. Everyone I knew, whenever anyone was drinking it, would go up and say, "You know you're drinking bugs, right?"
I loved Surge!!! I wish it was still around!
If you haven't noticed I'm on a 'catch up on the awesome' kind of day! Losing internet is devastating especially with all the posts I missed on your blog!
SURGE! I was just reading a post about things that made you feel old. This was one that was listed. An oldie but a goodie! Nothing like a good jolt to keep you up to CRAZY.
I bounce off the walls without it... I'm just that fabulously quirky. That doesn't mean it doesn't give me an extra kick in the pants.
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