I am many things, but graceful is not one of them. If you've seen my Instagram feed lately, you may have noticed a daring fashion statement in the form of a blue-green and white shoulder sling. Luckily it was a short lived trend.
Last Wednesday evening, while returning home from the Florida Brewer's Conference, I had an incident. After a delayed flight and long wait on the tarmac, I was finally through the airport and on the way to the parking garage. It was 9 o'clock at night and I was eager to get home at last. Then I took a tumble. My suitcase wheel caught on a bit of weather stripping that though I was able to safely cross, my suitcase was not. I had enough momentum behind me that the sudden halt pulled me off my feet and I went down...hard. I landed on my left shoulder, face, and knee. It was not pretty and the concrete I landed on was very unforgiving. A passing family who saw me go down, ran to help me sit up, and helped me review my injuries while security and medics sprinted over. My face was scraped up, my knee banged up, though my jeans were thankfully not torn from the fall, and then I realized that I couldn't move my left arm. At all. Which as I'm sure you can guess was very distressing.
The medics came by, offered me an ambulance and an ice pack, and surmized that I probably dislocated my shoulder and hopefully didn't have a concussion. I did, after all, land on my face. I declined the ambulance, as I was still 30 minutes from home and called my mom & boyfriend to come rescue me. I called both, one because someone had to drive my car home, and two because my boyfriend didn't pick up the first time. He's really not the greatest on communication via phone. This was actually the second time he hasn't picked up in an emergency, so he's 2 for 2. He wonders why he's not my emergency contact.
The part that was probably the most distressing was after the medics looked me over, after the security officer gave me an incident report, and after the lovely family that came to my rescue left to get their daughter, I was left completely alone. The medics and security officer put me in a wheelchair by the door to the rental lot with just an icepack and a number to call if I needed help. Then left me to wait. By myself. I'm not a medical professional but I'm pretty sure you are not supposed to leave someone who fell and kinda landed on their face unsupervised. Just an observation.
We were in the ER till about 1:30am. I did dislocate my left shoulder in "a very unique way" and had to be put under to get it popped back in place. Best for all parties involved really because I tend to swear and quite possibly hit when wounded. I don't mean it, but it can totally happen. I made it home by 2 am and didn't sleep a wink. I don't usually sleep on my back, which was my only option, and my left arm was wrapped to my side like it was going to run away first chance it got, not that I would blame it.
Needless to say I wasn't able to write much in those first few days. I am not the fastest typer and one handed, I am a complete mess. However, I am on the mend and back to getting some posts out to you all. Luckily I'm right handed so my ability to cheers over the weekend was not inhibited.
There are moments in life that seem so surreal that you aren't really sure they are actually happening.
This was my past Thursday at the Cannabis Drinks Expo and after-expo event.
As you know from my previous post, I was one of the lucky exhibitors for the first global Cannabis Drinks Expo. If you read my previous post, you know that I had a number of questions. To summarize: I knew nothing about cannabis. So I was 100% ready to learn all I could about this new and growing category in beverage.
I arrived at the expo, not really knowing what to anticipate. Booth tables decked out in tie-dye? Grateful Dead posters? A snack table laden with munchies? Again, ya’ll forgive me if this is stereotypical. All I know about cannabis came from movies. I did decide to sport my favorite and only blue pineapple sundress, which seemed entirely appropriate, all things considered, and absolutely hysterical to me. Pineapple Express anyone?
When I breezed through the doors of the expo, I was met with a wide variety of folks. Business types in suits preparing for a presentation, sales professionals in their logoed polos, a few definitely within the tie-dye crowd, and a myriad of others that looked, well completely normal. It didn’t look anything unlike the many expos I’ve been to before. Except all the event posters had pot leaves on them.
Now before you ask, this was a non-sampling event. No THC products were allowed on the expo floor, and anyone sampling beverages had to use samples sans THC. A few were very disheartened to learn this.
For the majority of the event I was manning the booth. I did not get to attend the lectures much to my distress, not because it wasn’t possible, but more cause that’s how expos go. You get caught up talking to potential customers, lose track of time, and before you know it you’ve missed the discussion on Cannabis and mixed cocktails you had been meaning to attend. It happens. However, having the opportunity to chat with everyone at the expo did give me some answers to my questions.
The percent THC and how it impacts the drinker depends on a number of different factors. Tolerance, weight, if you’ve eaten etc. are all factors considered with how your body absorbs THC. It’s a lot like drinking alcohol. Some have a higher tolerance than others. Since I had never tried anything previously, the general advice was to take it slow, but that I would eventually feel the buzz much like you do when having alcohol. Furthermore, different strains of cannabis would have different effects. This information actually came from my Uber driver who was incredibly well informed. For example, the Indica strain (strain, leaf, brand?) usually brought on a more mellow experience and was more likely to be the kind to put you to sleep, while Sativa was a more energizing strain, more likely to give you some happy pep and probably not the best to take before bed.
As to all my questions on legal standings, it seems to be generally understood that what is on the books today is changing by tomorrow. Essentially the legal scope of this industry is by no means stable, so everyone is kind of just rolling with the punches. However, what I did hear is that how much THC or CBD in the product is managed by an allowed amount of mg per container. So container size does somehow dictate the percentage. Draft is still not an option yet mostly because on premise consumption isn’t allowed, but in San Francisco they have begun to allow consumption lounges where product can be purchased and consumed on site. So I wouldn’t consider having draft as an option an unlikely possibility in the near future. Though at the moment no one seems to have really attempted to dispense on draft, so there still is some testing to be done.
Overall the event was an excellent source of information, but the aspect of what impact taste would have on the beverage with the THC was better answered later that night. I was invited to an after-expo event held at one of those consumption lounges. So I went, bringing my family with me which already seemed like an unlikely start to the night. My mother was particularly excited to attend, which did not go along with my high school experience. Times must be a changing.
We arrived at the consumption lounge and dispensary called Moe Greens. There was a bouncer outside like a number of bars I’ve walked into before, a couple laughing hysterically clinging to a tree while their friends waited for them to calm down, and a man attempting to get on a bicycle with minimal success. Yep like several bars I’ve been to before. We walked through the door and were greeted by a sparkling entryway, decked out in gold, green, and wood walled seventies glory. A concierge checked each of us in. Behind that was the sales counter, well lit with all their flowers, edibles, topicals, and beverages displayed behind the counter and on an iPad. The cashiers were patiently waiting to guide you through the world of cannabis. It was nice. Not sure what I expected but it wasn’t this. We walked to the end and turned in our invitation and were promptly handed a THC infused nonalcoholic beer from the event sponsor, Two Roots. They were offering a lager, IPA, blonde, and wheat. We each chose a separate one so we could try all of their flavors. Then the host took us into the consumption lounge. This room smelled like what I expected.
As the cloud of smoke cleared, we could see there were people seated at tables and standing around socializing. Okay it wasn’t that smoky, but it was definitely in the air. On the tables there were caddies filled with grinders, lighters, pipes, and papers. There were also warning signs of what to do if you experienced a bad high, and when it would probably be a bad idea to partake. The host welcomed us in and then offered us a joint. It was totally acceptable for where we were but just seemed odd to me. Also none of us smoke, so we politely declined. This brings me to the first sip of the beverage. I had the blonde which was a touch hoppy for a blonde to my taste buds, but that may have been the THC talking. I tried a sip of the lager, which was definitely more malt forward than the blonde had been. Each beverage was only about 5% THC, but I nursed mine, very much aware that I was a newbie and not wanting anything on the warning cards to happen to me. After a few sips, my mouth was dried out, which is apparently a symptom of the THC consumption. Dry-mouth. The water cooler by the wall made all the more sense.
I felt like a fly on the wall, just observing as the couple at the table next to us packed and lit the pipe, blowing a big cloud of smoke above them. My dad and boyfriend had already finished their drinks and were happily people watching. My mother was the social butterfly that she has always been, talking to several people from the expo about CBD and THC. It seemed odd. Surreal in a way. Then in walked my boss and co-worker. I knew they were coming, industry event and all, but it still seemed like an odd place to meet your co-workers. They also had my customers with them, which made it seem all the more strange. They all grabbed their beer, and one of my customers snagged a joint. It’s legal where they come from which I guess made this nothing new. Then they all came into the consumption lounge and I introduced them to my family.
A lighter came out and they lit the joint and passed it around. My family didn’t join, as like I said, we don’t smoke. But others did. After a minute I took a look around and thought I must be high. This was too surreal of a moment for it to possibly be happening. I was standing in a cannabis dispensary, in a consumption lounge with smoke all around, and a joint being passed. Already highly unlikely and not where I ever thought I would be. I was also standing in this room with my family. My mother had been known for a rather staunch opinion on cannabis and her children when I was in high school, but there she was standing beside me. That didn’t seem right. My boss was standing opposite me, chatting with my family. Wait, I was here for work? My customers happily puffed on a joint at the table beside us. What on earth was going on?! This was not the happy awe but definitely in the court of dumfounded shock. I had to be high.
I must have had an odd look on my face because someone grinned at me and asked if I was feeling alright. I smiled and explained the surreal moment I was standing in.
“This is a first for me, and really weird. I don’t think I’m doing this whole cannabis thing right.” I said.
That got a chuckle from everyone. They agreed this was probably a strange first time. We left shortly after, none of us really wanting to push the limit with another beverage. I must admit I didn’t feel much different, apart from the symptom of dry-mouth. My boyfriend and dad seemed to be just fine as well, but they weren’t saying much so who could tell. My mother managed to get back to the hotel before she started laughing hysterically.
It tokes one to know, I guess.
I admit that I am a bit in the dark about this one. I have never tried a THC product and as for CBD, I'm not 100% convinced of its seemingly all encompassing powers. The muscle rub, absolute godsend. The drops and edibles? Well, convince me. I do see the huge potential for this new avenue in the beverage industry.
However, I have questions. Lots of questions.
For starters, what does the percent THC or CBD mean to me as a drinker? I know what 10% alcohol will do to me and have fair understanding of my tolerance, but as one who has never partaken in any THC product and hasn't had a CBD product I ingest that works, I don't know what that percentage means. What "buzz" am I going to get off of that and for how long? Are we talking happy, paranoid, chill, or straight out space cadet?
From a legal standpoint, how on earth would it be regulated at a bar? Currently I believe, TCH or CBD products are not sold for on premise consumption. You have to buy them and take them home to enjoy. At least I believe thats how it works in the states. I think I recall seeing some folks having a CBD spiked pot of tea at a shop when I was in Spain but that how it works here. As a server in my younger days, I know what to look for as the signs when someone may be a bit over their limit, but can someone be too chill off THC beverages? Anyway, when we have alcohol we can test the blood alcohol content to see if someone is over the limit. How do you test CBD or THC? Is that even a concern?
What about taste? Again never had a THC beverage or at all, but the CBD I have tried is typically a touch skunky, herby, or funky if its the oil. Is this something we can expect with the beverages? I don't mind herbaceous flavors, but skunky might be a bit much for me to truly enjoy while sitting at the bar. Flavor does have to be a consideration.
Finally, as I understand, these products are only in package format (can or bottle), but with the eruption of this market it can't be long before we're considering applying this to draft options as well. Which brings to mind a number of technical questions on how it will be dispensed. For example, will it be like beer pushed with CO2 or would it be a still beverage? How is it going to look in a glass? Foamy? Cloudy? Served in a pint or a cocktail glass?
I am awash with questions. I am also out of my element here, and I apologize if any of ya'll who do enjoy are offended. I clearly do not know a lot about this topic and what I have learned about THC probably came from television.
Luckily, I have less than a week to wait to get some answers. On July 25th, the first Global Cannabis Drinks Expo will be held in San Francisco, CA. I am one of the lucky carriers of an exhibitor badge to that event, attending for both my professional and personal curiosity. Seems as though I am not the only one trying to get the lay of the land in this high-flying new industry. With a number of companies in attendance and quite a few presentations on what the THC and CBD beverage industry bring to the table, those in attendance will be sure to get ample information. I already have a notebook primed and ready to take in all the info and answers to my questions. I am a glutton for information.
So the next post will hopefully full of some answers to these questions and surely will possess more information than I have now. Also since I will be in San Francisco, may contain speakeasy adventures, walk through Chinatown, and my first trip to Napa and Sonoma. When in Rome right?
If you have questions on THC/CBD beverages, please share them. I haven't thought of them all and would love to know what inquiries you may have as well. It's a brave new beverage world after all.
I am proud to say I fell under the spell of that organizing enchantress Marie Kondo. Slightly ashamed because I didn’t actually read the book or watch the Netflix show. My mom told me, and I watched a YouTube video on my way back from Belgium so I could ensure all my clothes would fit in the suitcase with my bottle purchases. Usually there are a lot of those so figuring out how to make it all fit and be under weight is quite the feat. Probably why I’ve lost two suitcases already… however also why I excel at Tetris.
Anyway, one week I decided it was time to “Tidy up” the house, including my honey’s side of the closet which was quite the exercise. He did not take the mantra of “Does this spark joy” seriously at all, but at the end of it his closet was lighter a few pairs of old clothes and the clown red boat shoes I despised were gone. Granted I didn’t even ask if those sparked him joy… they don’t spark me with any joy when he walks out in them. Cheers to victory in that they are now gone for good, donated to benefit someone else who will hopefully love them more than I did.
For those who don’t know, Marie Kondo is the magical author of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing (Available on Amazon) , also a series on Netflix (Check it out via her page). Her method, the KonMari method, is about gathering all of your belongings, by category not literally all at once and keeping those items that spark joy. I took my tidying up room by room as it seemed to be the best way to tackle some serious spring cleaning as well. She claims this method is founded in Shinto belief of the energy or divine spirit of things. I’m not sure my flip-flops have a divine spirit, but it made me realize the ones being held together by a bread bag clip were probably at the end of their divine spirit. Don’t judge.
Again I haven’t officially read her book or watched her series though one is in my Amazon cart and the other in my Netflix list. Shockingly though her YouTube videos will make you thrilled to refold every scrap of clothing in your dresser and beyond surprised to learn you’ve been folding socks wrong your entire life. Rolling them into a sock ball to keep matching pairs together ruins the elastic in the sock. Folding them the Kondo way keeps them “alive” longer and has them taking up far less space in your suitcase. I now fold my underwear and look at a pile of laundry like a meditation exercise (her folding is alarmingly calming). Though I don't always show the garment my love and affection...it survived the tidy. It knows how I feel. Shows you can always learn something new. I’d say I learned to fold all things better, but my mother had an hour and a half class with my entire family on how to fold a towel after she lost her shit at the linen closet. We folded every towel in that house… twice. I can fold me some towels.
As I said I went room by room in my house. Closets, bathrooms, and kitchen. However, when I got to my bar, I found that when I asked, “Does this spark joy?” to the stuff in my bar, the answer was emphatically yes. Being completely transparent with you, NOTHING was removed from my bar. Not a glass, mixer, or bottle. I started with six bourbons and I ended with six bourbons. I even kept the three bottles of absinthe I have, and I haven’t opened two of them. However, though everything causes joy, I did take a moment to organize my vast collection to better be able to find what I’m looking for in the midst of creating. I doubt it lasts through the first cocktail party, as my inebriated mind is not nearly so organized. I do always manage to wash my face and brush my teeth though. Priorities.
Our house has officially been KonMari’d and we’re perfectly joyous about it. Well I am. My honey and the fur babies could care less. It’s worth a toast!
How many of you have tried the KonMari method? How many want to go refold their laundry now? It is scary how that happens. Cheers!
Happy Fourth of July everyone!
I always wondered what the Founding Fathers toasted with when they finished signing the Declaration of Independence. I mean you just signed something that will either make a bright new future or be the end of you. I would need a drink. Probably more than one. The Founding Fathers were no exception. Turns out that they did toast to their handiwork and the drink they were raising would have been Madeira.
Madeira, for those who aren't familiar, is a fortified wine from Portugal. In the time of our Founding Fathers, unfortified wines would spoil rather quickly due to the heat encountered during travel, but winemakers soon discovered that by adding brandy to stabilize and preserve the wine, they were able to create something that not only survived the heat and long travel time, but something that actually improved the flavor. Thus this rich wine became the drink of choice for many celebrations, including the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the Inauguration our first president, George Washington (who was reported to enjoy a bottle of the stuff almost daily), and the Louisiana Purchase. Simply put if you had something to celebrate at the time, you needed a bottle of Madeira.
Though I find this exceptionally interesting, and would love to really honor Independence Day as my Founding Fathers did, I can't justify nor really want to try imbibing in a 17-20% alcohol in the middle of a southern summer when temps are hovering in the nineties. Not my idea of a poolside beverage. I prefer to celebrate the day with beer and the fireworks with a sparkler.
Usually I endeavor to find beers made in the USA to celebrate Independence Day. However, with a bounty of local breweries lining the shelves in shops and some breweries just a short drive, it's not hard to find something made in the States. So this year I decided to go with the most iconically American can art I could find. I mean if I am to sport the stars and stripes then my beer can should also show its patriotic side. I picked up the Summer variety pack from 21st Amendment Brewery in California. I've always loved their monument inspired designs and they make great beer to boot. I mean what could be more patriotic than drinking from a can stamped with the image of Lady Liberty or Abraham Lincoln and the rest of the Rushmore gang? Nothing, thats what.
Also, as we're celebrating, I snagged a bottle of bubbles and pack of sparklers (totally not made in the USA) so I may have my sparkles and drink them too. Since when did they start carding people for buying sparklers? The firework, not my bottle of bubbles. I mean, brilliant because yes, you do have to light them on fire, and yes, you should be responsible with fire, but I was completely unaware they started carding for these. They carded for the poppers, the little white balls you throw on the ground to pop). I got carded twice, which both made me feel wonderfully youthful and somewhat concerned that I wasn't dressed accordingly.
Anyway, happy celebrating to you all, my dear readers! Please watch the little ones and the fur babies, who both get startled when the sparks fly. Take caution and remember that fireworks and alcohol only mix as a spectator sport, from a distance. Seriously don't drink and light fireworks.
Cheers to Independence and Happy Fourth ya'll! .
It would be easy to tell you that I’ve been far too busy lately to write any posts. Not enough time in the day, writer’s block, whatever. Truth be told I did start a new job 3 months ago. Truth be told I have been travelling quite a bit in this new role. I’ve lost two suitcases so far damaged beyond compare by the rough handling at the airport. Truth be told I have been exhausted.
However, If I’m honest with myself and with you, there was always a bit of time that could have been found to write. I could have written on the planes to and from my various destinations. I could have carved out a few minutes during my morning cup of tea. I could have, but fact is I didn’t, and a host of unrealized posts remained stuck in my brain.
Posting was daunting. It required more work and effort, which after a long day in a new role, often in a new place, and I didn’t have in me. Because I forgot why I started all of this. I forgot why I chose to write a blog about beverage and celebration. I forgot my why.
Cheerswith was started to celebrate all the brilliance that life brings our way. It was started to share and discover new beverages, beverage history & culture, and how what we enjoy drinking, from Apple cider to Zinfandel, came to be. But is wasn’t just to share my passion of beverages. It was to celebrate the reasons to raise a glass. To in effect, celebrate the moments worth toasting to. Grand moments. Small moments. Personal victory moments. Hell, I will cheers to just getting out of the bed if that’s the best the day brings. It’s about finding moments to celebrate in each and every day.
I lost sight of that briefly. I forgot to take a breath and find something, anything to raise a glass too. I apologize.
So revitalized, refreshed, and will a freshly filled glass, I raise the next round to the why of Cheerswith. To you, my delightful readers whomever and wherever you are. To continuing to celebrate all the ways you raise, clink, sip, guzzle, drink and most affectionately cheers!
I'm not known for my fondness of green dyed beer. In my family St.Patrick's day starts with a Guinness and ends with an Irish whiskey. Somewhere in between there's an Irish breakfast and some soda bread. We wear green, we don't drink green.
Green dyed beer is unanimously an American construct. Not in the least bit Irish, except maybe in inspiration. In fact, Irish people were still being introduced to green pints well into the 1980s. Yet every year, pints and pints of emerald colored beer march across bars from coast to coast in honor of St. Patrick. What I'd like to know is who was the first person to think, "you know beer is good, but green beer? You might just have something there!"
Some say the inspiration for the green colored beer may have come from the Irish tradition of "drowning the shamrock." On St. Patrick's night, the last pint or more appropriately the last glass of whiskey, gets a shamrock added to it in honor of the whiskey swigging saint himself. Then once the glass is empty, the drinker tosses the drunken shamrock over their left shoulder, which I can only think is for luck. I actually kind of love this tradition and am totally going to christen the last drink of the night with a shamrock. Though sadly I think my drowned shamrock will probably be fake... cause I have no idea where to find a real one. Also what happens if you drink the shamrock? Is that like less luck? Someone weigh in here!
It's quite possible that this was the inspiration for Dr. Thomas H. Curtin, the supposed creator of the green dyed pint. In 1914 Dr. Curtin, a coroner's physician, decided to contribute to his Bronx social club's festivities by bringing a round of brightly green beer. It was of course a hit and a number of fans asked for his recipe. All he would say of the ingredients was that he added a drop of "wash blue" to an unspecified volume of beer. Considering the number of recipe's now on the internet for how to make green beer (really ya'll?! You need a recipe for adding food coloring to beer?!) he hardly need bother being so cryptic. Especially since he most likely kinda poisoned his guests. "Wash Blue" is an iron powder that was added to laundry to brighten the whites. Probably not the greatest thing to have people guzzling by the pint. What doesn't kill you right?
However, there is also an article from 1910 that claims that a bartender at the First Avenue Bar in Spokane was serving green colored pints to patriotic Irishmen or anyone else who wanted to enjoy them. The journalist covering the story had one of the most priceless reactions. He wrote, "It tastes like beer, but looks like paint," which seems like his first impression. Then he had a few two many and thought he needed to elaborate his description of the beer. He added " or rather like deep green waves in mid ocean with the sun striking through them." Drunken poetry.
It tastes like beer, but looks like paint,
Celebrating all that we raise, sip, guzzle, clink, drinks and most affectionately cheers with!