"All the sugar and twice the caffeine."
I haven't tasted a Jolt Cola in about two decades but I now own a pair of earrings made from Jolt Cola bottle caps and featuring bright yellow peace signs hanging beneath. Ah yes, Venice Beach. I could have bought a framed pencil drawing of Angelina Jolie or a glass ornament with Chinese Astrology characters on it. But the earrings were only eight bucks and as a Year of the Pig gal, I wasn't loving the hand painted swine. But I don't normally wear earrings. Especially dangly ones. I did wear them the night I bought them. My friend bought a pair of Dr. Pepper ones and I sported mine in solidarity. I was completely conscious of them at all times. And not just because they were dangly. But because I had on a peasant top and those earrings and the feeling that I was channeling Luna Lovegood.
I have a specific memory of Jolt Cola from high school. I was a junior and somehow found myself on the Academic Team. Now at my high school, you didn't "try out" for the team, you just sort of showed up. Needless to say, we were not the top team in our county. I only remember going to one match that year. We lost. But we spent the remainder of the evening driving all over Brevard County in search of Jolt Cola. We went home losers again. No Jolt. (Side note: I was on the Academic Team as a senior, too. I felt the need to stick with it because I was chosen to represent my HS as a student helper at the National Academic Bowl at Disney World. I "helped" with one match and spent the rest of the time at the Magic Kingdom. The other helpers and I also went to Sea World and mocked some poor dude who had to sing Piano Man to tourists. That was one of the few times that I was consciously obnoxious. It felt really good.)
Amenities of Room 1385: Empty mini bar. Complimentary copy of Billy Joel's Greatest Hits. Room located next to gift shop.
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