Category:  nostalgia

Boozinween: Alternatives to Slutty

“I hate Halloween.” Not my words, but the words of a female friend of mine. “There’s all this pressure to wear something slutty and whatever I dress up as, I always feel homely compared to the other girls.” “Untrue”, I said! Only the most boring and vapid of women wear slutty costumes for Halloween these days. Guys are going to hate me for saying this, but ladies, you have options now! It’s 2011! Betty White is a sex icon! (Isn’t she? I’m pretty sure she is.) And just in case you’re too busy to explore or discover these options, I’ve listed a number of them below for your convenience. So without further ado… ways to dress on Halloween if you feel slutty is “so ninth grade”: hot — sexy — skimpy — voluptuous — suggestive — naked — titillating — sensuous– like you’re going to the club — racy —… Read More »

PSA: Are your karaokeing enough?

By , September 9, 2011 in booze, nostalgia

You think you love karaoke? I love karaoke. Nono, sh. I. Love. Karaoke. Just a few weeks ago, I walked into a bar I’ve never heard of, on a night I shouldn’t have been out, and I stumbled upon a weekly karaoke contest. I won. The next week, I did not win. I got gonged off the stage before I could finish. Gonged. Can I logically explain why an audience loves my rendition of Shaggy’s “It Wasn’t Me”, but can’t stand my rockin’ cover of Sum 41’s “Fat Lip”? I can’t. That’s just karaoke, mama. The unforgiving “art”. And that’s what some people need to understand. Karaoke is not art. Maybe “art”, but never art. It’s not an audition and it’s not about talent. If you came for talent, the door’s that way. Talent don’t live here no more. Energy lives here. Irony? Irony has a permanent lease. Because karaoke… Read More »

Dear Whiskaliburr

Dear Whiskaliburr, I still think about you. I think about the first time. “I love this beer, this Milwaukee’s Best,” I said. “And I love this whiskey, this Jim Beam. I doubt I could love either of them more than I already do.” But I could. I drank an inch of the beer and I replaced that inch with whiskey. After a couple stirs of the can, I had you. Whiskaliburr. Beer that tastes like whiskey. Whiskey that drinks like beer. I remember when people couldn’t handle us. “What the f**k did you just do?”, was one response. “That’s disgusting. You’re really, really gross,” was another. But with all the hate in the world, they couldn’t take away our memories together. That was your job. Maybe we did make messes, burn bridges, deface properties public and private; maybe we didn’t. “I have no recollection of that, officer.” You made these… Read More »

Put That Schlitz Where It Belongs!

By , June 27, 2008 in nostalgia, schlitz

The trend of nostalgic beer brands continues with the return of Schlitz beer to its native Milwaukee this week. The beer, now being brewed by Pabst Brewing Co., is based on the original recipe.