How do I put this in a way that won’t lead my coworkers and family to stage an intervention? I am a functioning wino, by which I mean I drink a lot of wine, but I’m always on time for work, rarely get wasted or have drunken outbursts, and smell just fine, thank you. How much wine do I drink? LOL I’m not telling you because I don’t necessarily know that I could quantify it. And I’m not alone! A new study out of Iowa of all places (not the Napa Valley or my apartment?) found that most wine drinkers have no idea how much they’re drinking — or how drunk they are — because they’re just, like, not paying attention I guess? The Des Moines Register reports:
The study, published in Substance Use and Misuse, found that participants poured 12 percent more wine into a wide glass than a narrow glass. They also poured 12 percent more wine into a glass they were holding, versus one placed on a table. Color contrast affected pours, too. Participants over-poured white wine into a clear glass by 10 percent. There was less over-pouring when the wine was red.
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Does “99 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall” even count as a drinking song? Because if so, a 4th grade field trip is the last time I ever got jolly enough to sing the praises of alcohol. I think we can all agree that drinking songs are olde-timey and therefore rad and New Year’s Eve will be so much better if you and your friends know the lyrics to “Glorious Beer.”
So click your way through 1930s-era song book published by John Labatt Limited, a Canadian brewery, which the blogger over at Retronaut found at an antiques sale. “I Wish I Was Single Again” might come in handy sometime! (The song with a racist reference to “darkies,” not so much.) [Retronaut]
If your only contact with the female sex — say, perhaps, by court order — is through alcoholic beverages that have been poured over their naked cleavage prior to bottling, than I suppose this German liquor company’s publicity stunt is very exciting indeed.
But that, and only that, is the only reason you might not be a major loser for drinking G-Spirits. Keep reading »
Want to know a neat trick? Apparently if you add pink lemonade concentrate to gin (or vodka) and tonic, you’ll have a pretty pink cocktail that turns into a crazy bright aquamarine OUTER SPACE DRINK under a black light. So round up your friends, mix up some of these Aurora Borealis cocktails, re-watch the footage of the Curiosity landing, and play a rousing game of “Pin the mohawk on Bobak Ferdowsi.” Cheers! [Boing Boing]
Once upon a time, I had a Dumb Idea. I decided to make mojitos, my favorite cocktail. They look so tasty and delicious in the bar, but come to find out they are a pain in the ass to make. The rum/mint/sugar/lime juice ratio is a delicate balance. And muddling the mint — “muddling” means abrasively rubbing, to release the flavor — is the worst. My uncle, who is a professional bartender, even gave me special mojito sugars. That didn’t help. My mojitos looked, and tasted, like swamp water.
So I can almost, almost, feel sympathetic now that The New York Post is now claiming bartenders are flat-out refusing to make their customers mojitos. Keep reading »
Even if you’re currently on a drinking sabbatical, there’s no time like the present to start thinking about how to make your next glass of wine the best it can be. Everyone knows that wine that has been allowed to breathe tastes better than popping open a bottle and immediately chugging away. But who wants to wait 10 minutes for a fresh bottle to aerate? Not us winos! That’s why the Vinturi Essential Wine Aerator is a boozehound’s best friend. Open a bottle of red, hold the decanter over your glass and pour away — in the process, the Vinturi “creates an increase in the wine’s velocity and a decrease in its pressure,” resulting in a perfectly aerated glass of vino in the time it takes to pour. Who’s thirsty?
I consider my taste in wine to be pretty, well, non-judgmental. I mean, I will savor the hell out of a nice Barolo, but if you hand me a glass of cheap champagne, I’ll guzzle that too. (Hell, I have even been known to enjoy Franzia.) That said, wine made by pretty pink pussycat Hello Kitty gives me pause. I don’t even think my palate could stomach the sweetness this booze must contain. [L.A. Weekly] Keep reading »