The Quaffer, or: Dann’s probable downfall

Look at it. That’s right. Take a good, long look at it. That’s a Quaffer. Thanks to Kate, I now own 4 of this size and 4 of the larger, beer-sized ones.

What’s a Quaffer?

A Quaffer is a combination shot/chaser glass. Pour your chaser in the bottom half, pour the shot in the top half. The shot goes in and is immediately followed by the chaser. From what Internet tells me, there should be very little to no actual taste of alcohol, due to the near-immediate rush of chaser into the mouth.

Different sizes?

Yes, they come in different sizes. The small ones hold 2.5 ounces of chaser and 1.25 ounces of booze. Red bull and vodka, rum and Dr. Pepper, Bailey’s and Jager – the possibilities are near-endless with this fucking thing.

The beer-sized ones hold 11.2 ounces of beer and 1.25 ounces of liquor – perfect for an Irish Car bomb, sake bomb, a “Loaded Corona”, or any other type of silly beer and alcohol combination you can think of.

What’s the problem?

As most of y’all know, I rather enjoy drinking. Sitting back, enjoying a nice beer after a long day at work is always enjoyable, though as I grow older I find that having that coming-home beer leads to the 7PM nap, which leads to actually sleeping at a very late time which continues the terrible sleeping cycle. But I digress.
Occasionally there are times for drinking more than that beer or two after work. Over the years I’ve found that I can drink a tremendous amount of beer with few ill effects, either physical or social. However, liquor tends to make me act far, far different.

In addition, I love drinking in silly ways. I’ll shotgun a beer just for shits and giggles – not really to get drunk, but because I think it’s entertaining. Plus, it’s always good to practice – I have a reputation to uphold. Now this Quaffer thing comes along and stares me in the face. “Look at me. I’m another silly way to drink, and I’m made of liquor. Try me out, we can be friends.”

This will probably end in tears.
Wish me luck. I think I’m going to try to drag at least Calvin along for the ride.

Round 1

Can’t get in touch w/ Calvin so I went it alone.  Dr. Pepper on the bottom, rum on the top.  It layered nicely – tip it back and it’s good to go.  Little rummy at first, but then almost all Dr. Pepper.  A bit of a rum aftertaste, but nowhere near the same as drinking a shot then drinking the chaser.

This is bad.  Very bad.