Yes it’s 8am and I’m talking about liquor. Why? Because I fell for this gimmick on Saturday and I’m still feeling it today.
Scene: me walking through Kroger trying to live my best life, when I come upon a display for this lovely drink- BeatBox. All bright and cheery with a sign that said 3 for $10. I stopped and looked at it and said hmm. But kept walking. I end up in the beer/wine section and see them again so surely it MUST be a sign. I do a quick Google search to see what the reviews are and the first thing I read is “its like trash punch…” say no more fam, my roots are deeply imbedded in the Florida Panhandle so the words “hooch” and “trash punch” sound more like an invitation for f*ckery and fun rather than the warning most would take it as.. So I grab 3 to try with a friend. It’s Saturday, it’s hot YOLO.
11% alcohol. Meh…I grew up drinking MadDog and Tequila and I are like old friends at a Cheers bar. BeatBox might just land in the middle.

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