I have a jagermeister story that happened in Angel Fire, NM about twenty-five years ago.
I'm not good pecking on my phone. I'll wait until I'm back to the keyboard tomorrow.
I drove a helper and a pilot to Angel Fire to do temporary repairs on an aircraft so the pilot could fly it back to home base. We arrived about 11pm on a Friday night and found a bar/diner within walking distance of the old motel. Pilot got his own room because he needed to sleep. Me and my helper bellied up to the bar and ordered beer.
It was cold winter, but not enough snow on the slopes yet, so no tourist/skiers. Just maybe a dozen local characters. Atmosphere reminded me of The Brick on Northern Exposure. When they found out we were from Arkansas, we didn't have to buy another drink. Seems that Arkansas' Dan Lasater poured a lot of money into Angel Fire back in the '80s. That's another story.
They had a Jagermeister machine that dispensed the herbal liqueur, I think at zero degrees, and it was flowing steady until about 2am. My helper had a medical condition that caused poor circulation, especially in his hands and feet, and he was shivering. When we got back to the motel room, he removed his boots and socks, and stood atop this grate in the floor that was blowing hot air. His condition also affected his ability to feel his extremities (Jagermeister likely didn't help). He stood there several minutes, then went to bed.
Next morning when he stood up he screamed like a pubescent girl. The bottom of his feet looked like burnt waffles. It was bad. We both had bad head and body aches. The sudden change from 1,000 feet to 8,800 feet elevation probably contributed. We were useless that day, spent a lot of it in a similar pose to alacowman's picture, and the pilot was upset that he would have to wait an extra day to get home. Found some burn gel at a pharmacy and some cushy boot liners for my helper.
We went back to the bar/diner late morning to have some breakfast. Neither one of us could eat, so the pilot suggested hair of the dog and we each had a shot of Jager and started feeling better. His nickname became Eggo. Took his feet weeks to heal. I stayed in touch with one of the guys we met at the bar, and he invited us to come back during the Mountain Man Rendezvous that was being held near there that year (1998). I missed it because my wife was near her due date for #4. We met a lot of interesting people on that first trip. Been back a few more times due to plane crashes on that airport, but nothing like that first trip. Motel had been torn down replaced with a convenience store. Bar was still there, but under different ownership and no longer doubled as a diner.