Culturally Messy Lunch

I've got my fried rice staying hot on my cast-iron fajita plate with Clearly Canadian to drink.

I spent most of my teenage years in Colorado – this was the 1990s. I drank a lot of Clearly Canadian. One weekend the youth group at my church went to Red Rocks Amphitheater for a concert (I can't quite recall who performed). We get up to the entrance and they're checking bags. I pull out my 20oz (?) Clearly Canadian. They don't allow glass; I can't bring it in. I can toss it in the nearby trashcan or ... I can chug it. And chug it, I did. It was coming out my eyeballs, but it was wonderful.

Anyway, that was the last time I recall drinking Clearly Canadian. I have some high expectations as I type this.

Whoa. Has Clearly Canadian always been this sweet? 24g of sugar in an 11oz container. This might be my last Clearly Canadian. I understand why teenage me enjoyed it so much.