Whiskey and Red Bull Cola is the Devil!! I think I gave away a piece of my soul last night that I may never get back again.
So we roll home to The Glade after another long day of mixing and seeing as Tom’s birthday week was now in full swing, out came the whiskey and our new find, Red Bull Cola. The rest of the evening gets blurry at approximately this moment.
Now I’ve had my fair share of Red Bull drinks. On my birthday, thanks to Ronin and Kevo, I must have downed at least 10 Jaeger-Bombs over the course of the evening. Needless to say, I didn’t think twice as I poured a triple.
Over the next couple of hours I felt like I was on some amazing drugs. I don’t know what they put in that shit but I was flying, the conversations were exciting and the music, magnificent…
But, as with any seemingly utopian experience, the next couple of hours that followed were exactly the opposite. Damn you Red Bull Cola (or cheap Irish Whiskey)… I feel so violated.
