My friend Brian got promoted yesterday to Assistant to the Regional Manager or something at his job. I got invited out to celebrate with him in all of his Dwight-esque glory. I ended up miraculously being the only person taking the shot celebrating his promotion. Apparently, he had a women’s literature book club meeting to get to early the next morning. That and something about bleeding, but I try to let things like that slide since lady business is none of my business. I’m classier than that.  Read 

Among the other things that got me drunk last night, my friend Brian decided to forgo the pleasantries of asking if I wanted to try a new shot and just ordered one for both of us. Good man. He also wouldn’t tell me what was in it, which was really cool for describing the shot because I couldn’t be biased by knowing the ingredients beforehand.  Read 

All through December, the AFOV guys will be doing shots and cocktails with Bacardi® 151 in them, in order to celebrate the holidays properly. Come join in the fun, try our shots, or make up some of your own!  Read 

Originally, I was going to write this drunken rant about the weirdness that happened at the bar, including a few of us not being introduced to a girl at the table and nobody I talked to knowing who she was, as well as another girl that my friends and I worked with 4 years ago showing up and nobody seemed to know who had invited her or had seen her in 4 years. Then, I was going to talk about driving around with Trisha and walking on the shore at Bridgeport (which I’m still going to a little, to give context to the rant). But, this town decided that a content and drunk Cory is a boring posting Cory, so it threw me a sweet curve ball for me to rant about.  Read