Spring has sprung! Time to start riding our bikes everywhere — to work, to do errands, and to rooftop parties where the wine shall flow freely. The wine! Oh crap, we’re supposed to bring a bottle — perhaps a lovely Malbec or Pinot Grigio. Transporting the booze is no problem with oopsmark’s leather wine holster with brass hardware, which secures tightly on our bike’s frame and fits any size bottle of vino. Start peddling.
Oh, yes, ladies, cupcake vodka is an actual thing! Cupcake Vineyards sells 14 wines but also vodkas with “creamy cupcake undertones.” OK, we’re listening. Cupcake vodka comes in four delicious flavors, including original, vanilla frosting, chocolate devil’s food, and lemon chiffon. Obviously the Cupcake Vodka PR people need to send The Frisky sample bottles so we can — hiccup! — deliver a full review to our readers. [Cupcake Vodka via The Hairpin] Keep reading »
When it comes to drinking, we’re classy broads. That’s why we’d be more than psyched to sip a glass of Malbec out of Oenophilia Porto’s chic sippy wine goblets. The little feet make them harder to tip over and the straw looks like a tail! Sure, when drunk we may mistake our glass of vino for a headless rodent or a sperm, but at least we won’t be staining our teeth or smudging our lipstick in the process.
“[Reporter asks Kim Cattrall about a tip Page Six received that Kim had a bikini wax earlier in the day] That’s a stupid question. You’re a smart girl. How could you want to write that? … [Being a gossip reporter isn't] a respectable job. Why don’t you work at — what’s that news agency — Roybers? Reuters. Yeah, sorry, I’ve been drinking. What about writing for a blog? Then you can write about what you want [or] care about. … You didn’t see my film. Why are you even here?”
— Kim Cattrall is freaking hilarious when she’s knocked back a few. Also, good career tip on working for a blog. You totally do get to write about whatever you want, including posting funny drunk quotes from “Sex & The City” actresses. Congratulations, Kim, you’re now an honorary member of the daytime drunks club.
After the jump, Kim took a moment from dishing out career advice to talk about older roles for women in Hollywood: Keep reading »
Sunday morning, at 2:30 a.m., I was jostled from my deep slumber by the obnoxious trill of my cellphone alerting me to a new text message. I knew it had to be one of two people. Anyone else who would text at such a late hour would be being rude, but a booty call is just playing by the rules.
I didn’t get the little rush I usually feel when I realize someone wants to come over to bang me in the middle of the night. I didn’t even really feel flattered. I glanced at my phone to double check — yep, Likely Candidate #1, the 28-year-old who was probably hoping for a good luck f**k on behalf of the Jets before that evening’s championship game. I clicked my phone to silent and got back underneath the covers. Not interested. This was kind of a big deal, as two weeks ago — before I began my sex/dating/drinking sabbatical — I would have texted him back in the affirmative and spent the 15 minutes before he arrived ensuring I didn’t have bad breath and that my armpits were shaved. Keep reading »
“These are the things I’m addicted to: bronzer, boys, and alcohol.”
That’s a quote from Snooki of “Jersey Shore” fame, but it could just as easily be something I said. Last night’s episode actually, gulp, struck a cord with me. In Snooki, I saw myself. A shorter, drunker, less well-read version of myself, but still. Snooki, like me, is searching for love and sometimes drinks to excess to mask the insecurities she has about not finding it. Keep reading »
Here’s the thing about drinking — it’s a multi-tasking activity and it makes lots of things even better. Here are just some things I really enjoy doing with a glass of wine in my hand:
- Taking a hot bath while reading a gossip magazine
- Liveblogging award shows and “The Bachelor”
- Cooking and eating
- Playing fetch with my dog in our building’s long hallway (since our apartment is small and it’s too cold for the dog park right now)
- Reading in bed
For the record, these are all frequent activities in my life and I will miss my friend Vino when I am doing them during this period of sobriety. Because I’m also giving up men — particularly the dating and sexing of them — I know I need to find new activities to put my energy into, especially things that wouldn’t be improved by, say, my favorite cocktail of Cristalino champagne and grapefruit juice. Keep reading »
After much thought and Advil, I have decided I am going on a sex/dating and drinking sabbatical. I went on a six-month sex sabbatical after my breakup from my fiance a few years ago — or, rather, I announced I was going on a six-month sex sabbatical and then it lasted for, I think, around two. It wasn’t a complete failure, in other words. Hilariously, I went on a sex sabbatical because all of my efforts to get laid were being thwarted and I figured I might as well decide to NOT have sex with a purpose.
Meanwhile, I have never taken a significant break from drinking. I didn’t start drinking until I was in college — I believe most people start in high school, so I was a late bloomer in more ways than one — and I remember the night I got drunk the first time as well as you can possibly remember a hazy night 13 years ago. The amount and frequency of my drinking has gone up and down over the years, but I generally consider myself to be a responsible boozer. I don’t drink and drive (easy when you don’t have a car!), I don’t say things I don’t mean, and, for the most part, I don’t do things I actually regret. Keep reading »
Suppose you’re looking to drown your sorrows at the bottom of a pint glass. Where might be the best place to do that? A survey done by The Daily Beast examined cities based on the number of heavy drinkers and binge drinkers, the number of alcohol-related deaths, and the average number of drinks per person per month. At the top of the list? Milwaukee, WI, followed by Fargo, ND. We suppose this makes sense: Fargo and Milwaukee are cold-weather towns, but they’re followed on the list by San Francisco, CA, Austin, TX and Reno, NV—all party- and tourism-heavy cities. Surprisingly not in the top 40: New York City and Los Angeles. [The Daily Beast] Keep reading »