Eve of Rage

The 2nd Annual Day of Rage is tomorrow, 4/20. Not what you would normally expect for that particular date but it works. This will be my first experience as a participant, one of only three confirmed, though others have been invited. There will be spectators too.

What is the Day of Rage, you ask. I hardly know myself. According to my written invitation it states "...three grown men will each consume a bottle of delicious Maker's Mark Whisky. What will follow is a terrifying descent into madness and debauchery". So there you have it, debauchery and madness. And drunkenness. There are also mentions of food, refreshments and yard-gaming. Not to mention poetry at halftime, whatever that means.

I like it. Looking forward to it. Hopefully we all survive and I can provide an update of events soon. Until then, cheers.

Fuck The Commies

Commie subterfuge.

These automated spam attacks have gone on long enough, proving yet again how the acts of just a few can ruin a good time for everybody. So thanks, Commies, comments have been disabled. Not that comments and reader feedback were a big part of this blog anyway. Still, it annoys me to see those shit-languages written all over my drunken posts. Fuck off losers. I've got too much work and drinking to do to keep cleaning up your shit.

Chris in the Evening

John Corbett live at Tin Roof! Tickets are only $10 and are available online. You've seen him on Sex and the City, Northern Exposure, My Big Fat Greek Wedding and now catch him live in an intimate show at the Roof performing songs off his billboard charting self-titled debut album and his new release, Leaving Nothin' Behind.  Show begins at 8 PM. More details here.

Don't Call It A Comeback

They've been here for years. Maker's Mark. 90 proof, unique and unwavering. Then they almost shit the bed and lost their customers.

Any bourbon drinking person I know heard the calamity that blew up roughly a month ago: Maker's made the huge announcement about reducing alcohol content to keep up with demand then all hell broke loose. Apparently their researchers didn't bother noticing what happened when Jack Daniels did the same thing several years back, resulting in ridicule and lots of loyal drinkers jumping ship. At least Maker's didn't gin up some false report saying their consumers demanded a more mellow, easy to drink whiskey like JD tried to foist upon us.

So after a week of public scorn, social media whipping and plenty of their previous PR efforts turned against them they came to the realization that things might be just fine the way they are. A logical choice for once. I applaud you, Maker's Mark. You made a bonehead decision and had the guts to admit it. Cheers.

Oh Boy

That's my favorite sandwich at Tomato Head, the Oh Boy. Fresh spinach, chicken, Benton's bacon, sun dried tomato, heated on fresh bread with poppy seed dressing, mayo and Monterey jack cheese. Oh shit, oh boy! It's hella good.

Yeah look, I know it's been too long since the last update. Tired excuses aside, I would like to be here more vs. my hellish job. BRB.