Booze News

Just a friendly notice to all the thirsty folks out there, The Copper Cellar-Cumberland Grill edition is offering 99 cent draught after nine o'clock. According to their signage and the bartender, this is an everyday occurance. Since sometimes they tend to close around ten or shortly thereafter, think of this as a last-chance happy hour scenario.

The beers aren't pints, mind you-coming in the little 12 oz mugs...but that's still a nice little bargain from a joint that over the years has been anything but clear on its drinking agenda.

Many years ago, The Cumberland Grill was a desirable option for the bargain drinker during Happy Hour both in the week and all day Saturday. Since those halcyon days however, they have steadily raised prices and reduced their applicable hours. It was a real shame since our little ragtag group would descend on that place like locusts. I'll give credit where its due though, this is a step in the right direction.

One's Golden Years

One of my co-workers is retiring at the end of the month...as he visited my office today while otherwise wasting time, he told me that he plans on 'drinking and fucking' after he leaves. On the way out the door he looks back and tells me "Don't tell my wife though, she thinks I'm working till January."

Beautiful.

Say it ain't so Bandit!

Burt Reynolds to enter rehab.

http://www.accessatlanta.com/celebrities-tv/139748.html?cxntlid=thbz_hm

Word of Warning: Read the Menu

Sometimes you never know what you’ll get in life. There are going to be times when things don’t go your way and that’s just the way it is, it doesn’t matter if it’s big or small, good or bad. It can be major as a train wreck or insignificant as missing the bus, but really in hindsight most times you can identify the exact explanation that would or could have prevented a particular situation – had you only known it at that time.

I experienced one of these scenarios recently, the minor humorous variety. We were having food and drinks prior to the football game at The Hill. Needing an absorbing meal for obvious drinking reasons I wanted fries and a sandwich of some sort. Being an admitted fish and chips connoisseur addict (evidence here and here) I went for the fish sandwich that turned out to be pretty good, however the joke was revealed upon delivery. Had I only read the name of the sandwich I may have been prepared for the pun. We all had a good laugh with special thanks and appreciation to the dirty-minded bar waitress who made significant extra effort to ensure we had some fun. I present the Moby Dick sandwich.

Monday Hangover

Pretty good weekend from what I can remember. Let’s see, a relatively easy-going Friday night, had some drinks at the brewery and Soccer Taco late to end the night. Saturday was the Vols game vs. UCLA and we all know how that went. We started the day strong front loading and having food at The Hill before everyone met up at my Urban Bunker for lots more beer (R.I.P. beautiful IPA keg) and booze, Patron to be precise. I should know better than to shoot too much of that prior to kickoff – shit makes me all woozy and sleepy and that just doesn’t cut it on game day. With the disappointment of a close loss we had a letdown of enthusiasm but managed to drink our way through it anyway.

NFL football on Sunday made things better. Even though I didn’t have a keg full of beer there was plenty of vodka to nurse me through the 10+ hours of football viewing. Awesome. And there are 2 Monday Night Football games tonight, so that’s nice. I’m not even too disappointed that my team, The Bird lost its opener to the lowly SF 49ers because nobody suffered a worse loss than the Bengals weird finish. Those poor bastards just have the worst luck in the entire league, so better luck next time. Ok, I’ve got some Kraut-beer sitting cold in my fridge, so call me Doug ‘cause I’m outta here.

(Soccer Taco, big ass beer)

I'm ready for some football...

...so don't even ask, Bocephus.

That's right, it's football time in Tennessee! America. We had our glorious college football season opener last weekend and now it's time for the big boys. For the rest of the year and early 2010 we can count on televised football each and every weekend. "Fuck. Yes." I'll be stationed upon my meast-like couch, drinking beer and talking shit all the way. Later suckas...

Hilarious

September 4 @ 9:28 in particular rings true...and the old fart clearly hates Jim Beam.


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