This is part three of my drinking stories from last year. By the way, these don’t go in exact chronological order. Our group of friends met for the first time since St. Patrick’s Day and the tiger stripe story at our annual Christmas Party. Everyone got dressed up in their semi-formal best, which for me consisted of adding a dress shirt and black shoes to the jeans I already had on. Classy. I was laughing at my half-assed self when I walked downstairs and saw that Jared was wearing almost exactly the same thing. I guess drunks think alike. Why waste time and resources on ties and slacks when you can just slap on a shirt and keep drinking. Also, black is hard to stain. That’s my tip of the day for anyone who tends to spill drinks everywhere.  Read 

This is part two of my drinking stories from last year. This is what happens when I get invited to drink with my co-workers at a formal event. This past Friday was our office new years party. Everyone at the company I work for was invited to a semi-formal party and dinner at a five star resort that is 50 minutes from San Luis Obispo and given hotel rooms. This is the company that gets drunk at 4pm on Fridays and has a stocked bar and music setup behind one guy’s desk for any worthy occasions. Yes, that company threw a party with free hotel rooms, a banquet, an open bar, and invited me. Then they made sure it was with all of my coworkers and bosses. They might as well have given me a stage and a spotlight.  Read 

This is the first in a series of stories from last year. It’s from my Las Vegas trip for the 07/08 New Year. Enjoy. Las Vegas is now my New Years home. I was there for the second year in a row and as much as I would like to write about the whole trip, it honestly wasn’t that storied or eventful. I was sick for the majority of the time, which seriously limited the things I could do. However, one experience in particular is definitely worth sharing. Robitussin makes me absolutely insane.  Read 

Last weekend was Brian’s MF-ing birthday and damnit did at least he and I try to get trashed. Saturday, he had a UFC party at his house to watch the Georges St. Pierre vs. BJ Penn fight. My brother came there with me and spent his second night out with AFOV. As for the fights, I bet that St. Pierre would win and he did. We spent the early night getting drunk fast and cheering on the UFC fights that I know nothing about. We got pizza, the main event came and went, and randomly almost all of his friends left. That’s when the party dwindled down to me, my brother, Brian, Chad, Chad’s friend, and two of Brian’s “friends.” The first picture at the bottom is what ensued.  Read 

No, this is not a post about those kinds of drugs or really drugs at all. That is definitely not what this site is about. This is to explain my recent absence from posting on this blog, as well as the 30 day absence I will be taking from… drinking altogether.  Read 

This game works best with at least ten people, but it can easily be adapted to any amount of people at your Super Bowl party. First, split the crowd into two sides, one group getting the Pittsburgh Steelers and the other group getting the Arizona Cardinals. This can best be done by putting team names in a hat and having everybody draw from that. Of course if your party is split 50/50 on which teams they’re rooting for, you could just go with that. Now that teams are picked, all of the drinking that ensues from now on will be done as teams.  Read 

This shot, once again, was the doing of the deadly combination of drinking with Cory and my little brother Kris. We all decided to head to our closest local bar while we were all home for the holidays, and it just so happens the closest bar is a place called Bergie’s, which is where Kris and I would bus tables at during high school on weekend nights. Amazingly, since then, we had never gone in there together to grab a drink even though we are good friends with the owners and a bartender. That had to change.  Read 

I’m pretty sad to say that I only had one of these glorious bastards on my last trip to Las Vegas. And even that took some effort to get people to partake in. I’m not sure what the deal was. But, finally on the last night of our trip, after a healthy meal of barbeque ribs and chicken, we made the trek to the Miracle Mile shops and got giant mugs of orange everclear goodness.  Read