by zackmorris | 2025-07-24 16:56:09+00:00
Ah Urbana-Champaign, my alma mater. I was there from 1995-99, starting the year after Andreessen took NCSA Mosaic and made it into Netscape, when the internet hit the world. It warms my heart that KAMS is still there, at that time arguably one of the frat boy capitals of the world ..the wafting scent of vomit baked onto the sidewalk stands out vividly in my mind.

Back then the drinks of choice were Aftershock and Goldschläger, looks like the first was discontinued?! Obviously alcohol poisoning had nothing to do with it. Ice 101 was huge, Everclear (my roommate did a shot which turned to plastic foam in his mouth), and home-brewed wine made of frozen grape juice, sugar and bread yeast which tasted like ham and had to be thrown out if one substituted orange juice instead. Not that I condone such research.

My first cocktail was an Amaretto Stone Sour at Joe's (still there too it looks like?), which didn't make the IBA list:

https://www.liquor.com/amaretto-stone-sour-cocktail-recipe-5...

Midwest beer stunk so our first binges were on MGD (notes of corn), the Beast - Milwaukee's Best (notes of grass clippings) and if we were desperate Miller High Life (notes of hay). Keystone Light was considered too crude due to the specially lined can which tasted of washed charcoal. The best we could get was a Black and Tan (Guinness and Bass) which was $4, ordinary beer like Bud was always $2 or less. A case of Coke was $4, Old Milwaukee $8, imagine the possibilities. Minimum wage was $4.25 but went up to $5.15 in 97, and a night out was $20, which none of us had because we lacked jobs or even cars, but saved by crashing events for free pizza and buying ramen.

I fondly remember the first time I rolled around on the ground after 3 free beers at the frat next door where there were actual girls and ended the night dancing in a circle, arms locked shoulder to shoulder with other drunks singing American Pie. That began a 4 year quest to get into a party every weekend or bust. The weeks consisted of pre-partying in the dorms, bar crawls, basement parties and after-hours parties until 4 am, with some studying mixed in. We often made our 8 am lectures.

One time I was in Chicago and an unhoused man (back during the politically correct era we still said homeless) was selling good booze out of a shopping cart for a newspaper promotion. I bought a bottle of Drambuie for $4 and began my excursion into "mixed drinks". I had no idea what I was doing, so crafted my own, my favorite of which was The Boot (whiskey and Diet Dr Pepper), but during the summers while camping I drank The Meagerita (tequila and Squirt). One can hardly call it a cocktail with 2 ingredients, but it is what it is.

The air today feels uncannily like 1995. There's a palpable feel that everything is wrong. Making fun of it all once again becomes our civic duty. AI just landed, which will disrupt established rich people as surely as the internet did then. There seems to be a 30 year generational cycle. So in the 90s we dressed like the 60s like kids today dress like the 90s. The counterculture is so overdue that it's already here. It hurts to dance as the world burns but history demands it for our own salvation.