Your weekend with Crispin GloverThere is more than a fist full of reasons that a barfly should visit Clinton Street on any given night. The amount and variety of bars in easy stumbling distance to each other is fantastic, so you don’t really ne
Ahhh the seashore! The sand in your toes, and your pockets, and your hair, and your naughty bits! The smell of the fresh sea air and dead seagulls! The brisk tide and the chill wind! The sunset on Sunset Beach! Hoorah hooray, there is nothing better
Can booze make you gay? A recent study by scientists at Pennsylvania State University (the other PSU) seems to suggest that booze may not only lower your inhibitions, but it might actually catapult you from latency to flown blown ass pinching,
Or at least it kills computers. Go on, you say? Alright then.So I owned this laptop for about five years. It was built like a tank, never gave me any problems. With it, I banged out posts, wrote bad poems, started plays, freelanced- you know the deal
There have been moments, working as a bartender, when I have been certain the lunatic perched on the barstool across from me was putting me on. For instance, the fellow who called himself Mike and loudly proclaimed to an empty bar that he was “
I’ll admit that I’m a sucker for heroic tales of endurance and overindulgence. Add a cherry to that suckerocity when those tales also involve beer.This from a mysterious “correspondents in Paris”Sixty-beer binge leads to four-
There’s never a second ambulance. Except, of course, for the brain-injured patron who relays this factoid across the bar on the wings of cheep American lager. There is never a second ambulance, he repeats himself:"But I gotta tell you man,
I’m not sure if my father ever crossed the bar. Twenty something, Astoria in the seventies, an infant at home. I can’t remember if he ever said anything about it, his days with the Coast Guard.The Columbia River bar, where the river meets
Here’s a tip! If you’re going to have drunken sex in your car, then do it when it’s parked. If you’re going to have drunken sex in your car while it’s moving, make sure you have a designated driver. This from the News Tr
Last call, dive bar, east side. I was out of breath, grinning. I had drunkenly sprinted five blocks, throwing the weight of my body forward with every stride, allowing gravity and momentum to propel me, manically, down the street to gain a barstool b
There are some bars that are like walking into a Bukowski story. I think that’s why I love the Clinton Street Pub. This last Saturday, my lady and I having just completed a successful mall trip for new sheets, we wandered into the CSP around 2P
I’ve been reading Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace for, like, 5,000 months now. Over that period, I have developed a nervous tick that occurs when anyone says the word “addiction” and a healthy respect for tennis players. Which
I’m just going to say this right out front: Drunk driving is no good. Okay? Alright then. I mean, this is why I bribe my lady to be the DD (which is also, coincidentally, her bra size) or generally drink in places that are in walking distance.
So, it turns out that if you ever embark on any kind of Karaoke madness, you should try to stay in tune as if your life depended on it. This from the Philippines:Man slain for singing off-key in videoke barBy NON ALQUITRAN The Philippine StarFor sing
Yes, I have had times like this, myself... Thinking it was over between me and the she-devil, booze. But just then, the Dr. appears and his song is like the sirens...
Way to be above average, barflies. I mean, I always knew that there was something special about my buddies and I, bent into giggling question marks behind watery bourbons at the local bar. Turns out, we can drink most of the U.S. under the goddamn ta
I knew that I felt less hyper-tense when tilting back a brewski at my local brewski joint. I mean, there’s always that sense of relaxation and calm. That, aint-life-grand-with-a-beer-in-hand feeling, when your eyes are starting to glaze, watchi
Ahhh the strip club- There is no other place where the human animal can express, so boldly, the full measure of its desire, beauty, ugliness, passion, hope, cruelty and kindness. All of it played out on the beat to hell barstools, neon stages and shi