I wish this was around when I was in college.
There is a new drinking craze sweeping colleges (and, let’s be honest, 20-somethings) across America called Icing. It is a very simple drinking game — according to the so-stupid-it’s-hilarious, now defunct blog Bros Icing Bros (here is a Huffington Post article about it), here is the lowdown:
1. When presented with a Smirnoff Ice (a gag-inducing sweet malt liquor drink that comes in a variety of flavors) the “bro” must drop to one knee and chug the bottle.
2. The only way to save yourself from chugging the sickly-sweet goodness is to “Ice Block,” the move where the “bro” being Iced can grab another Smirnoff Ice within arm’s reach and the former Icer must now chug both bottles.
The greatest thing about this game was that people thought up really inventive ways to Ice people — everything from hollowing out a book and sticking a bottle in, to having a company secretary deliver a fake Fed Ex with a bottle inside.
Anyway, we read about this and decided it had to be done here. On Saturday night, after enjoying a dinner of the favorite Korean summer dish Samgyetang (a small chicken stuffed with ginseng, garlic, green onions and rice, boiled in water) which was so delicious I forgot to take a picture of it — oops, next time — we headed to Wa Bar to watch some soccer.
We were playing cards when Evan left and made a suspicious turn for the bar (trips to the bar are not generally needed here — you have a bell you ring at the table and voila, more alcohol). We at the table became paranoid, so Mike went and discreetly bought an Ice just in case Evan presented it to him. Well, Evan ended up Icing both me and Smiley.
It wasn’t as terrible as it could of been. The beverage was ice cold, and instead of being some horrendous flavor (grape, mango…) it was a Smirnoff I’ve never seen before — Mule! It was made with ginger ale and lime, and tasted like a Moscow Mule from Bar Lubitsch. I took it down like a champ. Mike ended up Icing Evan shortly thereafter, so he joined in on the fun.
I left during the 11:00 PM match, while Evan and our buddies rallied until nearly 7 AM! Naturally, I needed to retaliate for the previous night’s events.
While Ev slept soundly, I picked up some English muffins and a few Ices at the store. Upon returning home, I hid the Ice in his sandal in the shoe closet, with a sign that read “You Just Got ICED Son!” Then, I waited patiently.
It wasn’t until I was making dinner that night that I mentioned I wanted some Pringles, and would Evan mind running out for some? Being the good boyfriend he is, he went to pull out his shoes and BAM! It was glorious.
He took it well — even though it was an (shudder) original Ice, he swallowed it down and still went and got me sour cream and onion pringles from the GS Mart downstairs. Am I lucky or what?
I’ll need my defenses up this weekend though — the game is definitely now on.
( This post brought to you by an ecstatic Jenny and Evan during the USA game on Friday — little did we know we were to be robbed of victory. We’ll pull it out next game though…)