This bothers me so much. Why is there no uproar over marshmallow flavored vodka? Kids love marshmallows, kids will drink marshmallow vodka because it tastes like candy, now we have children drinking, potential alcoholics, teens driving under marshmallow vodka influence, rise in teen dui's, people killed because they didnt think to ban marshmallow vodka......
Heh..
So about 2 or 3 years ago, my sister was having a sanctioned party (my dad agreed to it) at my parent's house (she's 5 years younger than me, I'm 23 soon). About 30 or 40 kids, ages 14-16, were packed in my house listening to music/chatting in various sections of the house/etc. My dad told me that, as the oldest young adult, I should watch out for troublemakers.
So I'm hanging out in my room, and my sister comes in and tells me that there's some kids drinking vodka downstairs, and that she told them to stop but they sort of laughed it off and continued doing what they're doing. So I pull up my pants and roll up my sleeves, and go downstairs to bust some skulls.
I get downstairs and of course, a group of 5 or 6 of 'em are huddled together (clearly trying to conceal their activities), with a bottle of "White Grape" Smirnoff in the middle of them. I walk up to them [holding back my smile] and point at each one of them.
"You, you, you, you (pointing at them).. Get out of my house, now. Give me the vodka, and get out of my house. Get a ride home however you need to, but you can't stay here." Begrudgingly, the ringleader (presumably) takes the bottle of vodka, and hands it up to me. I inspect the bottle, half-finished, and mention something about how Smirnoff is disgusting, and no self-respecting teenage male should be drinking "White Grape" flavored vodka (brass monkey was my drink of choice in high school, orange juice and a 40oz), while escorting them out of my house.
So a few minutes pass after I've gotten these kids out of my house, and I bring the bottle of vodka to my dad, who takes a sniff of it and nearly gags. He makes some comment to the extent of, "What self-respecting teen would drink flavored vodka" and we proceed to go upstairs to the sink, and dump it out in front of a bunch of kids hanging out in the kitchen. We said something to them about how if they're gonna drink, drink something good. Not flavored vodka. The doorbell rings.
I go to the door, and it's the ringleader, standing all by himself. The other kids got a ride home, the ringleader was waiting for his mom/dad/brother to pick him up, and he was begging for his vodka back (in front of both me and my dad). My dad asks some pretty basic questions, "Do your parents let you drink at home?/How'd you get it?/White grape, are you kidding?"
He says something which I'll never forget.
"Well, it's white grape so it's
not as strong as regular vodka, plus
it tastes good."
