The One About Losing My Kava Virginity...

It's finally happened, folks. I've mixed for the first time. For my non-polynesian readers, Kava or Ava is a plant found in the Pacific. It's root (grounded and strained with water) is used historically for medicinal and ceremonial purposes. Today, Kava is the premium beverage for various social gatherings of all ages. Of course, I have my own opinion regarding it's use by Mormon Islanders as a moral substitute and loophole for alcohol. Won't go into that... haha.

But back to my story, I agreed to meet up with friends I haven't seen in 10 years. What I didn't know was that they had arranged a kava ceremony celebrating me as the guest of honor. Honestly, I would rather they had thrown me a party/bbq/even money... Nonetheless, I have been proud to say that I've never tasted kava before. It's definitely been a line I've refused to cross throughout high school and these last two years in Utah. Until last night. But could you blame me? Despite my negative association of kava drinking equating it to adultery (haha... a bit dramatic, I know...), I couldn't believe I was faced with the dilemma of deciding between mixing or disrespecting this reunion party.

5 cups of later, my tongue was lethargic and my taste buds seemed swollen. But I've realized that I had a great time creating new memories with old friends. And while I don't plan on mixing again anytime soon (seriously, I wanted to throw up after every cup), I'll definitely be more conscientious when determining what is black and white. After all, something's are gray after all... Taki Taki??? haha...