For a few years, we had a tradition of mixing our own drinks (Mormon-style, natch) on New Year's Eve. We would invite the neighbors over and eat brie on thin crackers. My dad nicknamed it The Parade of Beverages. That inaugural year, I concocted a drink called "Impeachment." It was a peach smoothie made at the height of the Clinton/Lewinsky fiasco and also at the beginning of my burgeoning love of puns. (I totally won first place that year, too.)
Behind-the-scenes update: Paste Magazine did a short feature on me for their Paste Magazine Dot Com Blogging National Blog Post Month Month (PaMaDoCoBloPoMoMo), which is super exhilerating. You can read it here.