This story is to illustrate the pure idiotic creation of the power bomb and its incredible potency. The sole purpose of this drink is to get very drunk, very quickly. It doesn’t taste good, it isn’t fun, and it is incredibly stupid. Which are characteristics I share shamefully but I digress. I shall describe the creation of the “Power Bomb” and its incredible effect it had on me.
It was the Fall of my second year in college, my roommate invited me to his ultimate frisbee game. (I know, “frisbee,” how lame but the people are cool… some…) Well I decided there was no way in hell I was going to this little shindig sober. I lived on campus and the fields were a short walk away, so I had no logistics worries. However, I found myself short on time as the group I was with was beginning to leave towards the game. I quickly rushed toward our apartment fridge and study its contents.
The fridge was a typical college student layout of food. Lots of space and no real food. We had some light rum but no mixers. That is when I spotted the greatest form of liquid to be contained in a cardboard box, Franzia boxed wine. Seeing no other real option and the sight of people crowding around the front door, I decided to do something dumb. I grabbed a plastic cup filled about ¾ full of wine, then proceeded to grab a shot glass and fill it with the rum. With just a slight moment of hesitation I dropped the shot into the cup and before the explosion of red wine had a chance to settle I gulped down the whole disgusting mess. (Actually, I don’t think it tasted that bad the first time I drank it, though my memory is a little fuzzy on the event.) Then before leaving I filled an empty plastic bottle with some more wine. (Classy as always.) Also, for good measure, I drank another wine/rum bomb then began the short jaunt towards the fields.
On the walk there I was disappointed to find very little noticeable effect, I felt fine. We got to the fields and started to watch the silly little game. (At the time I had very little knowledge of how ultimate frisbee was played so I didn’t really pay attention.) As I became more and more bored I decide I would try to kick my drunkenness into overtime, I screwed off the top of my wine bottle and try to throw it back. About 15% made it into my mouth while the rest soaked into my white polo. (Red wine into white shirt equals total mess.) This is when I realize that in fact I was actually already wasted. It was not the normal buzz I was feeling when I get drunk but something more sophisticated and more subtle. I found it hard to judge my level of drunkenness. This is when I heartily fell in love with this drink.
I was so drunk, that was convince to play a few points of ultimate. I dived for a couple of passes and swiftly found out that my face does not actually have the ability to penetrate solid ground. The next day I told my roommate about my invention and we decided to call it the “Power Bomb.” The drink is responsible for most drunken nights during my college years and absolutely destroyed me on my 21st birthday. (Yes, I was drinking under age. No, I don’t give a fuck.) We found on that day that you should never have more than three PB’s in one night, but thats a story for another time.