“So, this is kind of a random question…”
I nodded my head at the man across from me. I was in the kitchen of a fellow parent from my child’s school. I had come to pick my son up from a playdate, and found myself hanging around making small talk while the kids finished up playing. Between multiple playdates and a few shared meals, we had become friendly with this family and had reached the level of Facebook friends and random text exchanges. I was curious what his random question could entail.
“Do you … well … do you know where I could get some pot?” Keep reading »
It always starts the same way: “Come out for drinks!”
Maybe, I think to myself. I need to do more research.
“What’s the name of the place?” I ask. ”O’Dooley’s Irish McIrishman Pub,” someone says.
I get a pit in my stomach. I fire up Google. I find the page on MenuPages. My fears are confirmed: yup, this place only serves beers and offers a dinky wine list.
“I’m going to pass,” I say.
“But come onnnnnnnnn. You never come ouuttttttt,” someone whines. That’s because I want to go somewhere where I can get a fucking fancy cocktail. Keep reading »
We’re embracing Sober January. And for good reason. The other night we had two glasses of wine at a work happy hour and woke up with wicked hangovers. This can only mean one thing: our lady drinker lifespan has come to end. Time to mourn the drinking days of our youth. After the jump, our drunk memories … may they rest in peace. Keep reading »
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]
Listen up, girlfriends: While your gift of cuddly pajamas or a vintage flask is appreciated, we know what dudes — dudes who haven’t been through AA and are not mildly functioning alcoholics — want. And that’s alcohol. Tasty, delicious, drunk-making alcohol.
So we asked a couple of Certified Dudes what kind of strong stuff they’d like a girl to get them for Ye Olde Holidays. We spoke to Tyghe Trimble, Senior Editor at Men’s Journal, and bartender and booze guru Justin Lane Brings, of Brooklyn resto Bellwether, for their recommendations. Keep reading »
Dear The Three People Who Scrutinized My ID On My 21st Birthday,
Now, I know I look like I’m 12 years old. But this past Friday I turned 21, and I was disappointed by the various questioning and puzzled looks of confusion I received from each of you.
A rare occurrence, I awoke on the right side of the bed that Friday morning, feeling a full inch taller and a few IQ points higher. I skipped to the bathroom to brush my pearly whites, and whilst admiring my slowing-forming under-eye wrinkles, I was delighted to find 21 gray hairs sitting sprightly along my hairline.
I dressed in my adult best: a chunky brown sweater that engulfs my body, dark blue jeans, worn-down brown boots, and a highly sophisticated necklace from Forever 21, and set out to the local Bronx liquor store to rack up on booze. Keep reading »
Do you love beer but find it annoying that you have to drink so much of it to build up a nice solid buzz? Meet Armageddon beer, a Scottish concoction that’s 65% alcohol by volume and, according to the company co-founder, “delivers a supersonic-charged explosion and delivers the drinker to Drunksville.” In order to create a beer that’s so high in alcohol, the brewers used a unique freeze fermentation process that results in a beer that’s malty and hoppy, with a “viscous quality.” Still interested? The brew won’t be sold in the United States (most of the beers here are less than 10% alcohol), but you can get yourself a bottle on the Brewmeister website for $65. “Consume this like a fine whiskey,” the company reminds drinkers, and we must agree. Don’t forget that there’s a fine line between Drunksville and Alcohol Poisoning Town. [Oddity Central]
Last night across the pond, Agent Provocateur co-hosted an event called Lingerie London in which a bunch of UK celebs walked down the catwalk in sexy lingerie for a microfinance charity called Seven Bar Foundation. Peaches Geldof made an appearance, Abbey Clancy pulled an Angelina on the red carpet (is that a double Angelina?), and the Internet got even more spank bank material.
Yet as much as I enjoys pictures of sexy women in lingerie, I was more taken by these pics of “Bridesmaids” and “Girls” actor Chris O’Dowd stumbling around drunk after the show. Looks like he needed some help dealing with bright lights and walking up the steps But, you know, adorably. [Photos: Pacific Coast News]
As of late, I feel as though my friends and I are in a Doors song, specifically “Riders On The Storm.” We are making the poor decision to ride into a the perfect storm of broken hearts and alcohol, combined with the fact that we’re in our mid- to late-twenties and freaking out about it. Which also means that we should know better. Yet we continue to get knocked down, and then get up again, because you ain’t ever gonna keep us down.
We need to calm our tits.
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