Viva Mexico! Viva Cervezas!
May. 5th, 2007 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gridloreSince I have more connections to Mexico than Emperor Maximilian ever did, I decided to celebrate Cinco de Mayo by buying a 12 pack of Corona and drinking two of them. Yes, I am a wild and crazy party animal. Chips and salsa were part of the plan, but I was distracted by something shiny and never got to them. Tomorrow, I burn out my stomach lining. ¡Y más cerveza!
Yup, I'm drunk. 24 fluid ounces of Mexican goodness. And one of my favorite historical oddities, how German brewers came to Mexico and put it on the map as a beer-producing nation. We can thank the hapless (and bullet-ridden) Emperor Max for that. Being an Austrian Hapsburg (before the inbreeding really got bad in that branch of the family) he refused to travel to his new "empire" (which he couldn't find on a map - really!) without his brewmasters. The Mexican Republicans, in an act of sanity, didn't execute them when they came for Maximilian. (Her Imperial Majesty Empress Carlota, aka Charlotte of Belgium, was busy in Europe at the time, drumming up support for Max, going mad, and finally having a nervous breakdown all over Pope Pius IX. He had his own problems.. a thousand years of Papal rule over portions of the Italian peninsula was coming to an end - like he cares about a third-tier Hapsburg in Mexico of all places?) So while Max died, and Charlotte went back to Belgium to be insane (every year she would go down to a boat moored on a lake, climb in, and announce "Today we leave for Mexico.") the brewmasters learned Spanish, hired apprentices, and got to work making the daily siesta more enjoyable.
See? Get a history geek drunk and you get a lecture. Now, would someone please explain to me why I spell better when toasted off my ass than sober?
Yup, I'm drunk. 24 fluid ounces of Mexican goodness. And one of my favorite historical oddities, how German brewers came to Mexico and put it on the map as a beer-producing nation. We can thank the hapless (and bullet-ridden) Emperor Max for that. Being an Austrian Hapsburg (before the inbreeding really got bad in that branch of the family) he refused to travel to his new "empire" (which he couldn't find on a map - really!) without his brewmasters. The Mexican Republicans, in an act of sanity, didn't execute them when they came for Maximilian. (Her Imperial Majesty Empress Carlota, aka Charlotte of Belgium, was busy in Europe at the time, drumming up support for Max, going mad, and finally having a nervous breakdown all over Pope Pius IX. He had his own problems.. a thousand years of Papal rule over portions of the Italian peninsula was coming to an end - like he cares about a third-tier Hapsburg in Mexico of all places?) So while Max died, and Charlotte went back to Belgium to be insane (every year she would go down to a boat moored on a lake, climb in, and announce "Today we leave for Mexico.") the brewmasters learned Spanish, hired apprentices, and got to work making the daily siesta more enjoyable.
See? Get a history geek drunk and you get a lecture. Now, would someone please explain to me why I spell better when toasted off my ass than sober?
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Date: 6 May 2007 05:53 (UTC)Because you're not thinking about it as much?
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Date: 6 May 2007 17:40 (UTC)