| Every Me : Tracy Ouch! |
Regis, you are a naughty boy, you got fresh with me in my dream last night. Anyway.. even though I can't really be here yet, I can start with a useful link on How To Make A Martini something that every real man should know how to do. I wonder what Reeg (sp?) drinks? I'll be back soon with more ...
5/24/2000 12:24:10 AM
Oh wait, one more off the top of my head before I go: Absolut Vodka. When I run out of bottled water, I fill my bathtub with it.
5/24/2000 12:30:25 AM
You haven't lived until you have tried authentic Italian limoncello, a lemon-flavored liqueur.
5/24/2000 2:13:15 AM
Marcello Mastroianni no doubt enjoyed a little Cinzano on the rocks or other Italian drinks.
5/24/2000 2:28:28 AM
When I lived in Prague I lived on
Pilsner Urquell. For breakfast, for lunch, for dinner, for dessert. I got to visit the brewery where it was made. It really smells bad when they are brewing beer. But the end result is yummy.
5/24/2000 2:34:45 AM
Learn more about Pilsner style beers.
5/24/2000 2:37:53 AM
The web's largest collection of drinking games. When you just can't play Quarters one more time.
5/24/2000 2:43:30 AM
I'm trying to stay on topic here and James is talking about leeches. While we're off-topic, here is a shameless plug for my site: Ouch!. It's not really all that off-topic, since I got the name for my site after I got drunk, fell on my butt, and broke two ribs. It was New Year's Eve and that is a valid excuse. I won't be going to AA anytime soon, although I have thought of starting Blogoholics Anonymous. I don't believe I would be doing this blog-off if I wasn't in need of serious help.
5/24/2000 2:50:15 AM
I'm a big fan of melon martinis made with Midori and vodka. There are so many pretty green drinks to be made with Midori.
5/24/2000 3:13:23 AM
My mom makes the best rum balls at Christmas. She uses a secret family recipe.
5/24/2000 3:17:43 AM
Another Scarpino family Christmas tradition: the Bloody Mary.
5/24/2000 3:24:22 AM
5/24/2000 3:32:27 AM
Martini.
5/24/2000 3:37:34 AM
Sex on the beach.
5/24/2000 4:40:42 AM
Slippery nipple.
5/24/2000 4:45:31 AM
Cowboy cocksucker.
5/24/2000 4:48:14 AM
Strawgasm.
5/24/2000 4:50:02 AM
Lewinsky.
5/24/2000 4:51:31 AM
Quick Fuck.
5/24/2000 4:56:32 AM
Don't drink when you are pregnant or your baby will have fetal alcohol syndrome.
5/24/2000 1:16:37 PM
Go ask Alice about alcohol.
5/24/2000 1:22:07 PM
Wine Spectator: all about wine.
5/24/2000 1:26:49 PM
Wine.com: get your wine without leaving the house.
5/24/2000 1:28:46 PM
Patron saint of writers Francis Ford Coppola has his own wine label. I've tried some of them and they're fantastico.
5/24/2000 1:32:26 PM
Chianti comes from the region in Italy called Chianti.
5/24/2000 1:36:55 PM
A lot of pasta sauces are made with vodka: vodka sauce, vodka cream sauce, tomato vodka cream sauce, and spicy vodka tomato cream sauce.
5/24/2000 2:36:27 PM
Cooking with wine.
5/24/2000 2:38:24 PM
Drink Boy: Adventures in Cocktails
5/24/2000 3:13:17 PM
I am losing. I tried to cheat, but I couldn't. But it's fun because there are so many interesting links about alcohol out there. I accidentally posted one post intended for the blogoff to my own blog. Isn't that sad? Aren't I sad? I'm going to go drown my sorrows in some #FFFFFF wine...
5/24/2000 5:52:27 PM
What the heck happened? I'm winning! I had nothing to do with it, I swear.
5/24/2000 9:59:17 PM
Here is a site we can all relate to (at least those of us with several broken bones): fallingdowndrunk.com.
5/24/2000 10:04:00 PM
Here is a recipe for some kind of church wine.
5/24/2000 10:22:11 PM
I'm losing again! Wow, it's funny, all of a sudden a thousand people showed up to vote. Ahem.
5/24/2000 11:36:32 PM
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| Regis |
Welcome to Round 3 of The Great Blog-Off.
Today's topic is
ALCOHOL
It appears that, at midnight, James was ahead of the polls, but, as the polls closed, Tracy had swept ahead and won. So... congratulations Tracy.
5/24/2000 12:05:22 AM
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| James Wisdom : Every You |
5/24/2000 12:10:49 AM
...and I found myself in a far away place. it was england, the northwest of england, to be exact. a place where they know how to drink. would my intrepid travel companion and myself be up for the challenge?
the beatles had walked these streets, and it was wet and cold when we arrived. even if I had known then that after 45 days of drunken debauchery, it would still be wet and cold, I would have still embarked upon that wonderful journey.
I am w i s d o m. this is my story.
5/24/2000 12:52:29 AM
the whole thing began after a long flight and no sleep. we had begged a few pounds from the headmistress and ventured into town, our eyes glazed with jet lag. the first bar we found was called the cricketers, and joy of joys, there was a special going on!
we settled in, and before long the table was covered with empty glasses. we slurred at one another in spurts, stunned that we were actually there. then, suddenly, a tall figure burst through the door, clad in a heavy brown duster and cowboy boots. we looked at one another and knew- this dork must be an american.
5/24/2000 1:39:34 AM
indeed, he was. another lost soul on the exchange program- he immediately identified us as americans by my technicolor jacket. we all shook hands, gave empty wet greetings, and justin from oklah-oma soon joined us in drink.
5/24/2000 3:53:12 AM
that one drink led to another, then another pub, another, and another, until we finally found ourselves stumbling, stinking and incoherent in the street with a few hours of drinking left to go. by then justin had left, offended my my offhand cowboy jokes and snickering at his duster. we wandered until the sound of a club thumping came to our ears and entered the now-defunct loose moose.
our entrance did not go unnoticed. in fact, our disheveled forms were greeted with utter silence, and just at that moment, my traveling companion said: "hey, man, they're all looking at your technicolor jacket." he then breezed away, leaving me and my technicolor jacket in silence on the dance floor, dozens of eyes prying deep, deep into its colorful pockets.
5/24/2000 4:24:53 AM
I whirled and stormed out, my alcohol-addled brain seeing perfect sense in this: "fuck that guy!" I thought to myself! I'll find my own way home and probably meet some hot women who'll want to suck it and give me money and pick the little eczema scabs off the bottom of my feet. I left my friend and companion behind in the bar that night, a crucial mistake.
5/24/2000 9:53:18 AM
stumbling onto the rainy street, I started off in the direction that I thought we had come from. the college was somewhere that way, I thought. unfortunately, I was wrong. after 36 hours without sleep, several gallons of english beer, and one offhand remark about my lack of fashion sense, I soon found myself wandering the black english countryside. exhaustion was setting in. in the distance, I saw a building that might be the campus. I set off towards it.
5/24/2000 10:30:40 AM
5/24/2000 10:51:51 AM
I emerged from my haze to find myself at the building- not a campus, but a hospital. tiny specks of dry white spit flecked from the corners of my mouth as I tried the first door, then a second, until I found one open. before me were row upon row of hospital beds, filled with sick people. prim matrons milled silently about, regarding my odorous form with suspicion. I wandered, looking for something, some direction, some way out.
5/24/2000 11:47:30 AM
I turned a corner and found a door. on the other side, a broad courtyard surrounded by walls. I stuttered my way around, then becoming frustrated, collapsed on the ground and fell asleep.
5/24/2000 1:41:32 PM
some time later, I came to and found my way out of the courtyard. stopping a passing motorist for directions back to the college, I stumbled my way in the general direction- through thickets and thorns, tearing my sweet, milky white flesh. then, like the phoenix, the entrance to the college loomed before me and I knew I had made it. my traveling companion greeted me with jeers and laughter, and finally, finally, I found sleep. heavy dreams forshadowed more days and nights of intoxication as I slipped into nothingness.
5/24/2000 2:20:20 PM
and so it began. the following 44 days have since succumed to the fog of drink, all that remains now are the flashes of memory, the embarassment, pathos and numbness that is delivered by a steady diet of alcohol in every variety.
5/24/2000 5:31:45 PM
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