You know the old saying ,”the family that Wapatoolies together, stays together?”
Oh you’re not familiar? Allow me to explain…
My dad and me sharing our first Wapatoolie. How sweet.
Every summer, my family tends to meet up at the Lake of the Ozarks and act like misfits from the Griswold family.
Heathens at their finest.
It was at the Ozarks where yet another one of our classy family traditions (which also include Jell-O and moonshine shots) was born. Allow me to introduce you to…
The Wapatoolie
Looking just as refreshing as lake water, I know.
According to family legend (which was told by my dad, who is known for streeeeeeeeetching out a story or two), the Wapatoolie was first introduced to him and his twin (yes, there is a replica of my father….a story for another day) while at a college party with the Wisconsin football team.
Blow Hard 1 and Blow Hard 2 sharing the same farmer’s tan.
As the story goes, a party was unfolding where the two twins above were innocent bystanders. With zero prodding, my dad boasted that he bravely took a shot of a Wapatoolie (ingredients consist of whatever the hell is in your bar at the time). Hand to Jesus, I swear I could see his chest puffing up with each oooh and ahhh he received from the Band of Griswold Misfits.
The story ended with a quote only a college football legend (again, a story for another day) could utter….”The Badgers started it but it took a Hawkeye to refine it.”
No shit.
Definitely not from a college kid’s bar but a recipe for tastiness nonetheless.
Before the last syllable of the tall tale could be sputtered, us cousins were extremely busy at work mixing a Wapatoolie for the bullshitter storyteller.
Mix Masters.
Tequila, bourbon, whiskey, white and spiced rum, margarita mix, vodka and gin topped with a dash of creamy Bailey’s…
Feels so good when it hits the lips.
The following evening, my cousins (all of whom are male on this side of the family, which probably just explained everything you needed to know) decided if their stud of an uncle could stomach a Wapatoolie, they could too.
The Village of Idiots and their leader.
The rest of us gleefully skipped to the bar to concoct the next round of poison potion.
Back to the mixing board.
Tough guys in the beginning…
….not so tough the first round…
…or round two the following year…
And just like that, from one year to the next, the timeless, trashy tradition of the Wapatoolie was born.
Now, we extend the pleasure of this shot to anyone who dares to hang with our family…
Just get engaged to one of my male cousins? A Wapatoolie for you!
First time to party with us at the Lake of the Ozarks? A Wapatoolie for you!
Want to date my sister? A Wapatoolie for you!
Think you can hang with us during football season? A Wapatoolie for you!
Oh and for those of you who don’t drink liquor of any kind, we can mix a non-alcoholic version for you. Don’t worry.
So you wanna hang with us? You sure?
C’mon over to my bar and let me mix you a little something…
Your personal rite of passage into CBXB’s clan.
And if you’re too chicken shit, we understand and will be happy to cocktail with you anyway.
Equal opportunity drinkers.
Just remember, the family that Wapatoolies together, stays together.
Cheers!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 