Yesterday morning I woke up to a text from cousin Jeff stating “I just checked the calendar and it’s 40s Day.” This is a holiday that Jeff and I created back in college, and no it does not celebrate a generation, but the ideal volume of malt liquor…the 40 ouncer. The holiday originated when Jeff was hiking the Appalachian Trail and made a detour to Raleigh, NC to visit for a weekend. On a beautiful sunny spring day with no particular plans, we spent the afternoon on the stoop sipping 40s, eating Doritos with cheese dip, and enjoying life’s many fun and sometimes unusual moments. It was such a great time, we decided to make it an annual event, although the date is never the same. That’s why I was so excited when Jeff informed me that he was ready to once again observe this sacred holiday.
As any malt liquor connoisseur knows, drinking 40s is serious business and you have to be in the right condition. Most importantly a full, but not stuffed, stomach. That’s why lunch with our friends from Ginna was the perfect compliment to this holiday. Dan, Lynn, Ryan, Eric, and Stacey brought over an awesome lasagna lunch with all of the accompaniments. Lynn’s crock pot lasagna and Ryan’s gourmet salad were delicious! Then the party grew as we were also joined by Ken, Brendon, Scott, Laurie, John, Tracey, Bob, and David. Troopers considering just about everyone either just came off shift at the plant, or was about to start.
Last time we got together with Scott and Laurie they brought over some of their homemade wine, which we really enjoyed. This time they brought more, but now with the coolest customized labels. We now have a case of caBRETnet, Shannonay, and Zimmfriendel. We were floored with this thoughtful gift. As much as we want to drink it all, I can assure you three of these bottles will remain permanently sealed.
I tried to sell 40s Day to the rest of the gang, but surprisingly, everyone either had prior obligations or wasn’t excited about the idea of drinking malt liquor…that is except for Eric. I can always count on Eric. Jeff arrived with all the holiday ingredients and we wasted no time starting the festivities. Spending a bachelors weekend with his son, the little J-man, Jeff celebrated like a champ, but had to do less drinking and more chasing. Eric and I picked up the slack and kept the meaning of the holiday alive. Another great 40s Day!