| When I was in high school my sophomore year, I was in The Music Man, as the lead tenor in the barbershop quartet (I am really a baritone, but could just make it). At the end of the run, we had a cast party, and a bunch of us piled into a car to go down to the National Mall, in front of the Natural History Museum, to the statue of the triceratops that was there. Among other things, Boone's farm was passed around liberally. Fortunately, I did not drink too much of anything, but one girl who overindulged in Boone's farm started heaving, with her head out the window, on the way back to the suburbs, making quite a mess of the back side window. I associated Boone's Farm with blowing chunks from then on....... |
