Above: Yoo-hoo, courtesy of Andrew.

I still remember the first time the sweet taste of Yoo-hoo flavored my tongue bumps. It was a hot day in Iowa, stuck outside at the 2002 Vans Warped Tour. The lines for water were adjective long and I was adjective thirsty. All day we had been walking around this giant yellow truck that had been placed in the middle of the crowd for the main stage. All day I had thought to myself, “Chocolate milk! Who wants chocolate milk in 100 degree weather?” Well, I’ll tell you what… by this point, I wanted chocolate milk in 100 degree weather. Knowing I’d immediately regret my decision, I approached a table which held several small paper cups. I looked up at one of the staff and got a quick nod. I picked up a cup, gave a friend a reluctant look, and chugged.

Yoo-hoo!
This was nothing like chocolate milk. This was indeed a chocolate drink. It was cold, smooth, and most of all, refreshing! What I was once hesitant to drink, I could now not get enough of.

Fast forward ten years.

We do a little favor for a friend. He wants to thank us with food or drinks. I request Yoo-hoo in a can (surprisingly hard to find). He delivers.