While the rest of us were struggling through The Great Gmail Outage Of 2014, Buzzfeed was doing the lord’s work and matching up every single state with a signature cocktail. Their results are mapped out above, but you can read about your state’s ideal libation in more detail here. What do you think of your state’s choice? I’m feeling a bit ashamed that I lived in Oregon for 27 years and never tried a Flaming Ring of Fire, although now that I’ve relocated to Tennessee, a Lynchburg Lemonade sounds miiiiighty fine. May I propose a toast to drinkable geography lessons? Cheers! [Buzzfeed]
The Millennial generation, which includes the youngest legal drinkers, is consuming more wine than previous generations, and they’re educating themselves about it too! Rather than bring a six-pack to the party, and guzzle beers with their college roommates, they’re enjoying fine wine and sharing their love and knowledge with friends. It’s certainly more refined, but is it as much fun? And how can a 21-year-old possibly learn to appreciate wine in the short time it has been made available to them? Keep reading »
Apparently, we’ve totally misjudged what dudes do when they go to the bar. Watch sports? Sit in virtual silence with each other? Get shitcanned? Come home and vomit in the sink? Nope. Well, maybe sometimes. But in addition to that a new study done in Scotland found that men like to go the bar for more personal reasons. According to researchers men between the ages of 30 and 50 who regularly socialized at bars experienced positive boosts to their mental health. Not only did buying each other pints help middle-aged maintain their friendships, but researchers found that it also gave them a safe space to “open up and talk about their emotions.” Awwww shit. Busted, guys. Keep reading »
Up until two months ago, I was drinking, on average, a bottle of wine a night. I don’t know if that makes me an alcoholic. I wasn’t going out and getting blotto at bars; I was coming home from work, pouring myself glass after glass while I did responsible adults things, like laundry, cooking dinner, watching “Scandal,” scowling at OK Cupid messages, and getting ahead on work tasks. I wasn’t sending inadvisable drunk texts, maybe because I wasn’t even drunk — my tolerance was that high. But I was doing it night after night, all the while thinking, I should probably take it down a notch. Drink less. I’ll start tomorrow. Keep reading »
There’s nothing I enjoy more when I’m drunk than stopping by McDonald’s on the way home — the only time I go to Mickey D’s, by the way — and getting myself some chicken nuggets. Something about the greasiness and chickenness and saltiness just hits the drunken spot!
But it turns out I’m doing drunk-snacks all wrong. Keep reading »