Jack and Ginger

Any young girl in the Piedmont area of North Carolina worth her Levis grew up drinking Jack and Ginger. Sure, there were future sorority girls who focused more on wine coolers and fruity beverages made with vodka. And there were girls obsessed with boys and skinniness who only drank lite beers. And, of course, there were plenty of swell girls (who were surely smarter than the rest of us) who didn’t drink at all. But then…there WE were. The girls wearing Levis and cowboy boots, t-shirts and flannels. Our hair was long, our laughter was loud, and we carried a sense of bravado and recklessness that all the other girls either hated or secretly admired from afar.

Occasional boyfriends we had, yet many more friends who were boys. We learned at a very young age, like around 12, that we really didn’t give a fuck. We already knew life was short and wasting time worrying about cliques and drama was never going to pay off in the end. What we didn’t realize was that by our mere existence, drama followed us everywhere.

We were friends with other girls’ boyfriends. We thought they were funny. They thought we were smart. We rocked out together to Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath. But, apparently, that was unacceptable.

We spoke our minds and said what we thought. We had opinions, dammit, and we shared them for all to hear. Come to find out, that was unacceptable too.

We questioned authority and sought new experiences. Keep in mind- we had already figured out the brevity of life. So we talked to strangers, skipped school, lied to our parents, argued with teachers, and still managed to graduate from high school on time. Talk about pissing off the status quo.

We were just trying to live and let live, but we seemed to be getting under the skin of a lot of people along the way. And so…we drank.

We drank. We smoked. We listened to music so loud in our friends’ bedrooms (friends who happened to be boys) that we became numb to the reality that we just didn’t quite fit. We smoked pot, we smoked cigarettes. We drank rum and coke, we drank shots of bourbon, we drank Jack and Ginger. And, if we managed to make it out the other side, we moved on and continue to speak our opinions, laugh loudly, and not give a fuck.

Life is short, after all.

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I no longer drink Jack and Ginger, but I do enjoy a Kentucky Mule on a hot day.

  • Healthy shot of bourbon
  • Juice of one key lime or 1/4-1/2 of one regular lime
  • 2-3 dashes of mint bitters – I prefer Fee brothers
  • Add ice
  • Top with Ginger Beer. As pictured, I definitely prefer Fever-Tree.

I was experimenting with Fever-Tree’s “Naturally Light” ginger beer at the time of this photo. Lightly sweetened with natural fruit sugars, if you’re watching your carb or sugar intake, it’s certainly a nice alternative. Ultimately, I prefer the regular version, sweetened with cane sugar.