There's always room for Jello!

I arrived at work at 9am sharp today to find one of my coworkers slumped over her desk, complaining of a wicked hangover. "But those Jello shots were damn good!" she said, rising up briefly to shake a fist in the air. "There's always room for Jello!" Then she plunked her head back down on her desk. Helloooo, Monday morning.

Apparently they make margarita, pina colada, and strawberry daiquiri flavored Jello now. I must try them all! I recall several unfortunate Jello shot incidents from college, one or two of which involved yours truly nearly choking to death on a mouthful of alcoholic gelatinous goo, and one involved a friend putting WAY too much 100-proof Smirnoff in the cherry Jello, resulting in a cough-syrupy-tasting concoction (of DOOM) that would not completely solidify due to its high hooch content (not to be confused with high hoochIE content, which is something totally different, although hoochies do frequently partake of the hooch... and let's not even get started with cooch/coochie -- which, unlike hooch and hoochie, are actually interchangeable; that's another matter altogether). Needless to say, it's amusing, comforting, and a little bit weird to know that people more than 10 years older than me continue to enjoy the tacky but deliciously intoxicating college tradition of Jello shooters. Long live artificially flavored gelatinous substances of questionable origin infused with booze!