Now, I don’t know about you guys – but I like my cocktails sweet & fruity. I don’t know what that says about me, but I'm sure it’s not good. Now that summer is approaching I thought I would share with you my most white trash cocktail ever. Like seriously, it barely even deserves to be called a cocktail. If there was a word for a drink that was just alcohol and sugar – this would be one of those.
It all started with a hot day (in Australia that means 35 degrees Celsius, which is about 95 degrees Fahrenheit) and after work drinks. The pub we usually frequent after work is about 20 metres from a 7/11. I was standing there torn between the $3 happy hour glass of champagne at the pub and the idea of an icy, sugary Slurpee. I already purchased a glass of champagne but eventually it got so hot that I just went and bought a Slurpee anyway. As I stood there with a drink in each hand (one side icy refreshment, the other side delicious alcohol) I realised that I was far too lazy to bother carrying both around (not to mention the added issue of making sure someone doesn't spike EITHER of my drinks!) so I thought “fuck it” and poured the champagne into my Slurpee.
Instantly the heavens opened up and angels descended on the pavement heralding the start of my icy refreshing alcoholic beverage. OK, that last bit didn't happen – but it was damn delicious. And so, the ‘Slurpagne’ tradition was created (and once happy hour finishes – the ‘Slurpodka’ really comes into its own!).
Happy summer drinking!