Martha and some looker doing what we love to do – drink Champagne.
While we adored commenting on the JB Awards this past Spring, we are terribly sad that we weren’t invited to Chefs & Champagne. Martha Stewart’s blog about the affair has me crying in my poor man’s mocha this AM (to those not in the know, that’s Swiss Miss + coffee) about missing it – it was all champagnes and wines and some tent and then you’re kinda near the beach! Oh, James Beard Foundation, please don’t forget us again!
A new drinking game is spreading around college campuses. Quite simply the simplest, funniest drinking game ever created. It’s quite easy. Buy Smirnoff ice, present it to one of your bro’s in any manner, your bro must instantly get on one knee and chug the Smirnoff ice on the spot regardless of setting.
The premise of the game is simple: hand a friend a sugary Smirnoff Ice malt beverage and he (most participants have been men) has to drink it on one knee, all at once — unless he is carrying a bottle himself, in which case the attacker must drink both bottles of what Mr. Rospos described as a “pretty terrible” drink.
It’s a long story how I ended up at BroBible.com, a site that champions the “achievements” of bros. I seriously don’t recommend reading their politics – however, I did come across an entry asking readers to comment on what the most disgusting thing they’ve ever eaten while intoxicated, and this one takes the cake. Literally.
“In 8th grade I was high enough to eat Stop and Shop Birthday cake covered in blueberries and soaked in Frank’s Red Hot sauce; a couple months ago I was drunk enough to devour some chicken gizzards that were for my buddy’s dog.”
The Veuve-y trap is the oldest lowbrow trick in the book. Here we find this benign bubbly marked-up more than three times its retail price to hook unassuming diners and patrons in a celebratory fog. The kind of cardinal sin that risks demon possession, Wiccan hexes, and eternal damnation.
In this case, it’s 4 times more. Just because it’s in a Paul Sevigny joint.