This wine that I am currently drinking has a label all the way around, so it is impossible to tell (other than weight) how much is left. I don't believe that this will be a bottle that I buy again. I need to have the shame of knowing how much I am drinking to fully enjoy a bottle of wine. Plus it had a twist off.
Twist off caps are genius. Best invention in (cheap) wine ever. I suppose I could just learn to put my corkscrew away somewhere consistently, but my life is just so convenient when I don't need to find it.
At the risk of a full blown Godwin, the Pats/Broncos game was to atheists what Jesse Owens' domination of the '36 Games was to black people. Suck. On. That.
Fuck I totally forgot about South Carolina's no alcohol on Sundays law. Last call at 11:55 is fucking ridiculous. I'm nowhere near drunk enough.
Why even twist it or worry about breakable glass when you can tote it around in a handy box that screams class? Have a romantic evening in front of a roaring fire channel on the TV assembling IKEA furniture. Loaded like a freight train...flyin' like an aeroplane... As for Tebow, it's obvious that he just didn't pray hard enough. You see, it's like shovelling coal into an oven: the more you do, the bigger results. That's why those psychos down in the south have it so well: because they go to church every day. With the right kind of direction and discipline, you never know what you could achieve. I mean, look at what the Hitler Youth did for the Pope. If Tebow had that commitment, Jesus wouldn't be throwing the fight behind his back.
I just read an article about how classy vineyards are now boxing their wine, and actual good vintages can be found in boxes. Apparently your wine lasts longer and you can fit way more into a box for less money. So, you know, I can have an actual klassy night with boxed wine.
Eh, screw wine, I have rum. And Cherry Coke. And more rum. And Zelda: Skyward Sword. This is a good night.
That doesn't sound right. It's impossible to look classy with a box of wine. A bottle of wine is THE look. Trying to mainstream boxed wine? Not in the age where everybody is obsessed with presentation. Boxes of wine are for dumpy housewives who like to drown out their kids and their nagging "unfulfilled potential" that gnaws at their brain. Don't forget, you live in a society where assholes order top shelf vodka at the bar despite the fact they're too wasted to tell that the bartender just threw in some plastic bottled rotgut in their drinks and passed it off for Grey Goose. Drinking is all about the LOOK for so. Many. Fucking. PEOPLE nowadays when you go out. All the girls are drinking those multi-coloured toxic waste spills and the guys are ordering "Cuba Libre" because it's less sensuous (or too hard) to say "Double Rum and Coke".
Oh my god this. I went to a very fancy cocktail bar with a friend who got super excited and ordered a twelve dollar cuba libre and then said "I'm so excited I've never had this!" You could have had so many different kinds of amazing gin/whisky/whatever cocktails, and you're drinking a rum and coke?
My friends and I had a regular trivia night at a local tavern. My drink of choice was a 22 oz hard cider with maple syrup. Fuck the haters.
When we were broke in college we used to get boxes of Franzia wine. It was $5 a gallon, or something obscene like that, so it was like beer30, or $4 lap dances; you just had to do it or you would feel guilty. Drinking is about the look, but I think if you are a connoisseur of a particular kind (beer and a few liquors for me) you often see where that extra money went. Once you get up to $1000 bottles of wine it's just social masturbation.
May I present... the Economics of Getting Drunk: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.blackbookmag.com/nightlife/the-economics-of-getting-drunk-1.20962" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.blackbookmag.com/nightlife/t ... nk-1.20962</a> I am personally getting sloshed with Busch tallboys tonight. *The sale went through. Payment confirmation is such a good feeling, especially with investments.
I'm sorry but with no mention of opportunity costs, and no formal modeling of a value function, this can only be considered the accounting of getting drunk; not the economics of it.
Question: in what culture is it acceptable to grope strangers? I just got back from salsa dancing with friends. Three different guys grabbed my ass as they walked by. It happened to my friends as well. It irritates the hell out of me. Unless I'm dating you, keep your fucking hands out of my asscrack. Thanks.
My favorite was big, black guys who ordered "cherry Sprite". I'd say, "Oh, you mean a Shirley Temple?" Queers.