It all started with Scooby Snacks. Our unrelenting love of Scooby Snacks.
Every Friday, after school, April and I would go to Munchies – when it was actually called Munchies – to split some Scooby Snacks and an Unwrap. Yeah, we were cool.
After we graduated, we kept up the ritual – going to Munchies on Friday nights for Scooby Snacks and Unwraps when April was in town. Silly April thought she had to get away and went to IU; I was at Ivy Tech.
The summer I turned 21, the summer before I went to Paris, we went to Munchies on a Friday night. We saddled up at the bar, ordered our Scooby Snacks and stared at the taps before us. I wasnt much of a beer drinker and even on my 21st birthday bar crawl, my spirits were limited to fruity well drinks from the Pieres bar.
Anyway, that night I decided to ask the bartender for a beer. Any beer he thought a newbie would like. He gave me the Summer Daze, a light, refreshing brew so they say. And I loved it. I stocked up on six-packs at Belmont and was determined to make something of them. Well, with them.
I figured the hints of nectarine would transform to a fruity dessert. I figured wrong. My Orange-Summer Daze cake was a flop. April and I fed it to the neighbors dog.
The beer well, we made sure it didnt go to waste.