5 life stages described in shots; you will recognize this

SHOTS. How many times have I cursed myself in the morning for this. I'm not averse to drinking too much, but those shots, they always get me. Which of course ends in a bizarre hangover. Unfortunately, I must also admit that I have often been the instigator of yet another round of sweet junk or crazy combinations or suddenly thought tequila was an absolutely great idea. But even in taking shots, we all eventually grow up. Where you start your career with a Flügel, Boswandeling or a Splitje, you can't really show up with that now that you're approaching the Big 3-0. No, that was quite different back in the day. And let's not lie now, you can probably divide your different life phases into shots as well. Oh yes, just check these 5. Cheers.

1. The shots for when you're still underage

Yes, let's not all act so holy that we didn't drink before our sixteenth (or eighteenth). That's not entirely true, is it: for me, this period consisted of drinking Canei, Passie, and Piña Colada. And not the cocktail, no, just ready-made from the bottle. Yuck. So I really didn't drink many shots during this period, but this was indeed the time when the Jägerbomb entered my life. A memorable moment. Winter sports has since then almost not been complete without it. And for some reason, I also became acquainted with Goldstrike during this phase. Does that drink even exist anymore?

2. The shots for the beginner drinker

The super sweet shots. Appeltaart, Splitje, and of course the Flügel. Bonus points if you also added a dollop of whipped cream to the Appeltaart each time. The Stuiterbal also often appears, a ridiculously disgusting combination of Sambuca and Blue Curaçao. In my local pub, the Koetje was always served as a standard shot. I still occasionally have nightmares from that taste. The absolute favorite during this period was the B52, also known as the nightmare of every bartender, because you spend so long making those layers right. But oh man, secretly still very tasty, you know. Maybe I should give that B52 a comeback more than a decade after this phase.

3. The shots for the binge-drinking student

The student life is, of course, a period of much drinking, little money (or borrowing from DUO), many rough mornings, and some studying here and there. That was no different for me. And when it comes to that financial issue, shots are also cut back: hello ten shots for ten euros. Bargain, right? And before you know it, you're at the (sports) bar with nasty test tubes filled with Jäger (for the Amsterdammers: yes, the one at Leidseplein is of course notorious for these shots). Furthermore, this was also the period for me when you left the mixes behind and were ready for the big work. Tequila, Sambuca, Dropshot, my all-time favorite Frangelico… Nothing shaken, just hoppa: drink in that glass. For when you wanted to make a splash after two in the morning, the Flatliner was of course the way to go. Or the Tequila Suicide, which you wanted to steal the show with. 4. The shots for people looking forward to the weekend, When you have a full-time job and sit in the office from nine to five, there's nothing quite like that Friday afternoon drink. And yes, I don't need to tell you that it can get out of hand. The biggest danger here is of course the liquid dinner. Characteristic of the shots at the Friday afternoon drink is that they make their appearance early in the evening. You start early, eat hardly anything, so you're already in that shots mood earlier. And so it happens that around nine or ten o'clock, you toast with your colleagues with a Jäger. Delicious. The limoncello is also often present here. Preferably cold, of course, but if not, we won't make a fuss about it.

5. The shots for people who actually don't want to do shots anymore

At the beginning of your drinking career, shots are always a party. Hangovers were still manageable, and going out could happen any day of the week. Well, that's quite different now. So if someone orders a round of shots now, it's no longer received with a standard 'yay', but with a sigh. And you become pickier, right? So I now consistently refuse every Sambuca ('no, I'm really not drinking that'),.

I secretly throw it under the bar and for a Dropshot or Salmari, I hold my nose. How old we are getting, huh.

friends toast with red shots, tequila These are your life phases described in shots.