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 »
Thanksgiving is so much better when day drinking is involved. A few cocktails in, and suddenly you and your estranged brother are back in bonding mode, you’re brushing off your aunt’s annoying questions, and all your mom’s passive aggressive comments sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher gibberish. Awesome. Whether you choose a light champagne cocktail for your Thanksgiving pregame, or just throw all calorie-counting caution to the wind and opt for homemade eggnog or maple white Russians, we’ve got you covered. Click through for 10 delicious libations to get you through Thanksgiving!
Ladies and gentlemen, behold the world’s first champagne vending machine, which has been unveiled at Selfridge’s department store in London. The shiny dream machine uses a golden robotic arm to gently dispense jewel-encrusted mini bottles of Moet & Chandon champagne for $30 a pop, and I want one of these in my house RIGHT NOW. I know what you’re thinking: But Winona, couldn’t you just fill your fridge with champagne and call it a champagne vending machine? Well… that’s an excellent point. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go buy 100 mini bottles of champagne, some jewels, and a hot glue gun. Cheers! [Daily Mail]