So I have a yearly tradition with my group of friends. We love watching the Superbowl, but we became a little bored with it. So I had the grand idea 4 years ago to bring back an amazing college tradition I had with my friends called "Power Hour". This was "The Big Gay Power Hour" for obvious reasons.
It's a shot of beer every minute for 60 minutes. Sounds relatively easy right? Well when we did the Powerhour in 2010, it was not so easy for some of us. Although over the years, and the amount of beer we have consumed, it has generally never been a problem to finish. So where should we start?
Introductions! The people this year are members of our new 2012 Fire Island house. Matt, Jason, Effie, Pat, TripB, myself, and of course Dan was fashionably late - per usual. We hedged our bets that the newbies - Pat or Effie were gonna drop first. In fact our friend Chance tweeted that Effie would be down for the count in no time, which resulted in Effie and the quote of the night - "Don't come for me!". I am getting ahead of myself. Let the festivities begin!
So yeah the first 20 minutes are a piece of cake. We had some dip to munch on, and Jason's power hour mix that had a combo of sad Adele songs and French New Wave pop. I kid, I kid. It was a mix of his most current uploads, and well Adele. He bought an app that made it easy as pie to navigate through the next 30 minutes. What did the beer tower look like in the beginning?
Still not even close to what it should look like after we get done with this hour.
In these power hours the conversation can often get ridiculous depending on how drunk people get. Since it was our Fire Island house we were talking about summer and the song of the summer. Matt said he called that awful J. Lo song last summer, but we were all stuck on what was gonna happen this summer and what would be hot. Everything was going great until...
Yup just as predicted Pat dropped out. Granted he did just get 5 ribs broken a couple of weeks ago, so we let it slide. Although what I won't let slide is this...
Yup TripB does this position look familiar? You had the same position two years ago and what looks like a fascination with wearing striped sweatshirts to Power Hour. He rubbing his stomach like it was buddah. See it gets to you especially when you get past half way through. You can feel it bubbling up inside of you and the burps come. It kinda feels like that scene from Willy Wonka when they just can't stop belching.
So yeah at 38 minutes in, some people were feeling it...
Another 10 minutes go by, and now we are at 50 minutes in. You can't stop at this point, because honestly what's the point??
Oh god, the pressure. The beer. The burps. The catty conversation. The wishing I hadn't eaten so much bean dip. The amount of not trying to spoil the superbowl by avoiding Twitter and Facebook. The anticipation of Kelly Clarkson singing the National Anthem. All of these pretty much hit me in the last 10 minutes, but nonetheless I sucked it up and finished the last shot of beer.
Horray! I finished! I didn't spit up this year. Did I feel like I was going to give birth to a beer baby? Yes, but it was all worth to feel that last final shot go down my throat and feel the glory of....well I guess being able to drink 5 beers in an hour. It's the little things people.
























