Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Back from the dead.

6 months later – and I swear I’m still alive.

It’s reboot time for BTDT, and I couldn’t be happier with my decision to bring this here blog back. I realize that its been a long time since I’ve put up some kind of post (and the last post really had nothing to do with booze whatsoever), but I fell into kind of a rut. It was work, work, work, all the time and I never really found the time to write. But, I’m back now – and I swear that it’s going to better this time around.

“So Krystle, what have you been up to the last 6 months?” Probably what you’re thinking right? Well here goes:

- Working my ass off. The Bar took over my life for a good amount of time, and the spring semester was more insane than anything. There were more busy nights, more events, more situations to deal with, just more of everything and it consumed pretty much every second of my life.

- Cutting my hair and becoming a ging. And I kind of don’t hate it.

- Not going home to visit the family. SORRY MEEMS, PATO & TROLLBABY. But work and money call.

- Trying to have more fun, and actually get away from the bar.

- Went to NYC with the insanely talented gentlemen of NFP80B/Noube Productions. It’s crazy to me to think that someday these boys will be big in their respective fields, and I’ve been along for the whole goddamn ride. (Tour bartender…whaaaaat?!)

- Bought a new ipod and become obsessed with all things instagram. Granted most of my pictures are of food and booze, but I’m entirely okay with that.

- Tried a lot more new beers and new alcohol than I could ever imagine. My favorite days are when my distributors need placement on certain items, bring me samples and think that I’ll be the person to convince BossMan to buy them. Psht. Who are we kidding? I just drink them and don’t even tell him about them (unless they’re insanely good).  

- Started (and failed) another blog with my friend Mal about our thoughts on celebrities. Seriously. That happened, and even though we were SoExCiTeD about it in the beginning, we kinda failed after our first posts about Bieber, Call Me Maybe and Demi Lovato.

- Lost 13 pounds! Not sure how or why but I’m sure as hell not complaining.

- Learned how to shoot a gun! Crazy, right? Krystle with a GUN? Who would let that happen? It was a cool experience though to say the least.

- Watched all six seasons of “Dawson’s Creek”. It’s on Netflix now. I couldn’t be happier.

- Check BluntCards religiously and laugh at my favorites on the regular. For example:

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I’m sure there’s a lot more than that, but its all just minimal stuff. I have a lot of cool things planned for the upcoming months, and honestly can’t wait to get back into writing and sharing them with you. Stay tuned for real this time. I promise not to dessert you and all your booze loving tendencies.

 

Love y’all! And thanks for putting up with my bullshit not writing for the past 6 months!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Highly Suspect.

This has nothing to do with booze, absolutely NOTHING (minus the fact that I’ve gotten drunk with these boys on many an evening and always have a fucking blast doing it) but I figured I’d post about them anyways.

A few years ago, my best friend from home, Shlee and I were huge into the “cape cod music scene”. And there wasn’t a lot of bands that were worth listening to in my head, except for two bands – Roots Down Below and Highly Suspect. Every week we would spend  $5 to listen to these bands play the same songs in bars where we would down Bud Light like it was water. But you know what? We absolutely fucking loved it. They were all guys we went to high school with, and anything we could do to support them? We were game. I even had Highly Suspect play at my 25th birthday party at The Bar. Johnny ended up barefoot by the end of the night; anyone who does that at this place is a freaking idiot and brave as fuck all at the same time in my book.

Whenever I make it home, I still make it point to go see Johnny, Rich & Ryan play. There’s something about their music that I love. Not only are their songs catchy  and fun, but they put on a GREAT show. It’s a lot of singalongs (because obviously Shlee knows all the lyrics to every damn song), dancing, taking pictures and just having a good time. If you ever get a chance to see them?  I highly suggest (haha, see what I did there?) you free up your evening and do that. Plus, its fun to oogle their tattoos at the end of the night because 99.9% percent of the time, they end up shirtless by the time the clock hits 12:30am.

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The whole point of this post is to let y’all know that you SHOULD be listening to them. No question about it. You’re gonna be sad when you miss out on the Highly Suspect train and they make it big. And, the best part about it? These boys just made a *new video* for one of their songs (and one of my favorites) “Gang Lion”

doing what they do best.

Awesome right? I knew you’d all dig it. So here’s what you gotta do for me – follow them on twitter, like them on facebook, check out their reverb page, watch all their silly youtube videos….and let your mind be open to new music!

It wont hurt I promise.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Out with the Old…

Happy New Year!

A few days late, but that’s kind of how I run everything around here. Right? My New Years was insanely low key, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Sure, part of me would’ve loved dressing up in a sparkly dress and new heels and drinking the night away with my best friends in one of the best cities – but the only sparkles I was rocking that night was a headband that I stole from BossMan’s five year old daughter, I only had one beer (and a Bud Light at that. Don’t judge. Its my go to beer), and I was more content sending out the few mass texts that I did as soon as the clock struck midnight.

Sidenote, can we talk about why the hell the ABC Execs still feel the need to pull out Dick Clark for that night? I seriously can’t watch him countdown anymore. It just makes me sad. Stop spray tanning the man (he was more orange than Seacrest for Christ sakes!) and let him live his life in peace.

Okay – so back to New Years. And this blog. I have a few little resolutions that I have for my writing here, and if I don’t do them, I give you full permission to kick my ass.

(Seriously. Most of the people reading this know where I live/work…so if you see me slacking, just come up to me, hit me in the arm and yell “BEEN THERE DRUNK THAT”. I will get to work on a post about you or something you tell me immediately. Even if I have to write it on my Blackberry and email it to myself.)

1. Be more serious about a ‘posting schedule’. I know, its kinda like Christmas, your Birthday and St. Patricks day all at once when I update the Facebook or something pops in your Google Reader from me. I like to keep you all on your toes, that’s for sure. But I’m funny. And you guys apparently like to read what I write, so there will be more things up here weekly.

2. Get more readers. Hey, do me a favor will ya? If you like what you read, can you pimp me out a bit? Share the page on FB, Retweet me, write a little blurb about me if you want. If you do, I’ll buy you a beer. A good beer.

3. Be invited to more events (and actually document/write about them). This is an easy one. I just need to make sure Marc is on my speed dial.

4. Be more involved in the “blog community”. Did you people even know these things existed? ITS INSANE. Its like a cult I think, and its kind of awesome. I went to my first one with the Women of MA Girls Pint Out, and it was just insanely fun. I need to go to more. And I need to make blog business cards. Because I’m a geek and I love Vistaprints deals. Is it weird that I’m even quite possibly talking myself into going to the Beer Bloggers conference in Indianapolis this summer? Maybe BossMan will let me have a fundraiser. The “Send Krystle to Indianapolis So She Can Learn More About Beer Blogging Because She’s a Huge Lush” Party. There could be a theme – it would be “getting drunk”.

That’s pretty much it. I don’t want to get too ahead of myself here. Maybe I’ll even ask my friend Zach if he can, you know, use his web mastery to make this blog look better than it ever did and make me a logo and be my general web designer.

*cough cough*

The FB page will be going through a major change too, so be up for that.

Again, Happy New Years Y’all. Hope your 2012 is better than 2011 ever could be.

(I mean, it is our last year on earth right? Fucking Mayans).

Monday, December 12, 2011

PRESENTS!

Is it bad that I have yet to do ANY of my Christmas Shopping yet? 12 days left til that day, I’m still just twittling my thumbs trying to figure out what I’m getting everyone. Thankfully – I don’t have that many people to shop for, and all my presents for them have been planned in my head for awhile, I just need to kick my own ass into buying/making/crafting said presents. Meems & Pato – easy. Raye – I’m in charge of her stocking this year and I know if I don’t get the right things, she’s gonna chew my ass out ( gel toothpaste…I know I know!). Other than that, nada. If you’re like me, you’re stumped…so today’s gonna deal with those last minute presents for the people in your life that love beer. And booze.

Only fitting right?

For the Lushy Baker:

I originally found this book on an evening expedition to Urban Outfitters, or something like that. I don’t remember how much it was, but you can find it on Amazon for only like 13 bucks! Bazinga! Combine that with the free shipping that you can get if you spend over $25 and its quite the steal. You can even make this present work out in your favor if you really want to. Buy the book, some fun baking stuff, a bottle of booze, and make sure your favorite boozy recipe is marked in the book. Hopefully whoever you’re getting this book for will take the hint and make you a batch of said yummy treats! I mean, that’s a good thank you gift after all right? Who wouldn’t love a ‘Jagermeister and Honey Bundt Cake’ or a batch of ‘Dark and Stormy Hermits with Raisins and Rum’? NOT ME THAT’S WHO. I would eat them up and not share a single solitary piece. [ source ]

For the “Beer Guy”:

I had to go to one of my guy friends for this, because honestly…No idea. I mean, you could just get him a thirty of his favorite shitty beer and he’d probably be happy…BUT NO. This is Christmas, and on Christmas you have to be a little fancy (#justsaying). So why not get them a set of engraved with their intials? John, (the friend I asked while I was writing this post) said he would love a beer mug, but why…when you can get this whole set from Things Remembered for only $20 (they’re on sale suckaaaaahs). If you want to give them beer as well, I highly suggest going to your local packy and seeing if you can buy singles of craft beer. Then you could take it even a step FURTHER and take a six pack carboard thing of shitty beer – and be super crafty and decorate it for your guy! Maybe I just like being crafty – but I really think I know a few guys that would dig something like this. And girls actually. My girls drink beer. [ source ]

For the Person Who Likes to MAKE things:

Now these two things are a little more pricey, but I definitely think they would be worth it. How’s that saying go anyways? “Give a man beer and he’ll drink for a night, Teach a man to make beer and you’ll drink free forever.’? Something like that? No? Anyways – One item on my evergrowing bucket list is to learn how to make beer/wine. THESE KITS DO BOTH OF THAT. Crazy right? I’d probably be brewing things all damn day if I had one, or both of these kits. They dumb it down insanely, which I’m sure is something that I would need. Cause lets be serious, there’s no way I’m going to be able to brew any of this shit without some sort of kit. [ beer kit & wine kit ]

For the Person Who Has Everything….and a Dog.

I’m gonna say this outright, I didn’t come up with this. My friend Kevin did. He actually blogged about it, and when I put up an FB post about this entry, he suggested it. I mean, when you think about it, it is kinda smart. A collar for your dog that ALSO has a beer opener on it? No need to go searching for a beer opener when you need – just whistle at your dog. They think they’re getting love, and you’re getting your beer open. What a freaking win/win situation. Now, if only you could teach said dog to go into the fridge and get your beer…..I’m looking at you Bromance. Go get me a frosty beverage from the fridge..And stop waking me up by sitting on my head while you’re at it. Please? No really please? You crazy Bromance. [ source ]

Now…the ideas go on and on. But here’s a few things to get you started. What do I want for Christmas? Oh who the hell knows – but I know I’m going to ask for a Puppy, Trampoline, Pool and my own room…just like I have every Christmas since I was 5.

Get on that Meems.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

When people write things about The Bar.

I love when people write things about The Bar. Its funny, but people tend to use this place for a few of their classes when they need to do any kind of writing assignment. I mean, lets be serious, I’m even planning to write a book about this place (and my friends lives as they happen in this place)! I’m going to make a million dollars off of it. I know I am. My friend Colleen wrote a play where The Bar was a central “character” if you will, and it was one of the greatest things ever.

Last Night, while I was sitting in The Bar, a big group of my sorority sisters came in. They were having a good time and decided to come visit me. A few drinks, some laughs, pictures, and saving them from a creep later (but that’s another story for another time), one of them turns to me and says “Hey KRose. I wrote about Wednesday Night for my Psych Class. Wanna read it?” DER I WANT TO READ IT. She didn’t email it to me fast enough, or gmail decided to act wonky, and through the facebook messaging system it went. I read it. I loved it. I got her permission to repost it here. So, here is a look at a typical Wednesday night, through the eyes of a newly 21 year old sister of mine – Meg.

Wednesday night, the one night of the week that the college crowd of Bridgewater State University seems to want to swarm the bars and make a night for themselves. Why not a Thursday or a Friday? That question lingers in my mind. But for some reason Wednesday night is the spot. So at approximately 945 PM I make my way from my apartment, and walk a few houses down with my roommate to the scene of the night: The Bar. Cars are driving by, no one is really in the streets, for now it is quiet.


The weather is somewhat nice, unlike the week before where it rained and the crowd was not pleasing. But tonight is the perfect night for observation. It will be interesting to see the clothing everyone is wearing, as it is November, and not June although some seem to forget that at times.


Upon entering it is not like any city scene, no line out the door, no fancy clothes and super high heels. Just the casual sausage man setting up shop by the front entrance, and by the back entrance a few adult males smoking cigarettes. Most likely waiting for the college crowd to arrive so they can leave their awkward setting and return to their families after having a beer after a long day at work. Bogarts is located in a mostly central part of town. On campus students can take safety to the graveyard and have a short safe walk, off campus students can most likely crash at a friends and take a walk as well. It is a dive bar that has attracted the crowd of Bridgewater State for many years. And in this night I am to just sit and watch how the crowd interacts. I am eager to observe the ridiculousness that is about to become revealed before my eyes.


At 10:00 P.M is when the cover charge of three dollars must be paid. So at 9:45 the crowd is small, except for the few broke students who are running to the entrance at 9:59, making sure they do not have to pay that three dollars, that could be easily be contributed to a four dollar pitcher, shared among friends. Once that first group of girls come in they look around and see no one is there yet. No one is dancing yet. Just a group of people standing around feeling awkward. Most keep looking at their phones, some are staring at the television, others are about to order a drink.


More groups start to come in. The bouncers crowd the door and intensely are checking ID’s. One girl is caught with a fake ID. She starts to make a scene then quickly realizes walking away before the police get contacted would be a smart idea. Two more years, you can wait.. we all waited twenty one years as well.
First I decide to go to the bathroom and observe it pre everyone else’s consumption. The chalkboard walls have some remnants of last weeks writing, the toilet paper roll is full and the floor is clean. I am not looking forward to coming back later because I know the disaster that is most likely to follow.


Next I decide to just walk around and check out the rest of the scene before the crowd becomes more congested. In the back room people are just sitting around, on the back deck two men are smoking a cigarette, and chatting it up with a bouncer. I go back in and a small line starts to form at the back bar. The bartender is friendly and knows everyone, she is a Bridgewater alumna and brings a homey feel to the bar to all customers who come in. She has the drinks ready before the customers even approach the bar. Joel the owner, is walking around making sure everything is good to go before the party hour begins.
Next I enter the pool room, some older men are shooting a game of pool. I wonder when they are going home, if they are going home, and how many people they are going to creep out that night. Every week there always seems to be a few adult men that just sit around and stare. I hope these aren’t them and that they are just enjoying a game of pool. But we will find them again later.


In the next room I notice the crowd is getting a bit busier. A line is forming by the other bar, couples are sitting around the small tables, and people are bringing their jackets to the back. Now I go to the very front room, to look out the crowd coming in.


A few guys come in and are recognized immediately. They all high-five each other “what up man” and proceed to make their way to the bar. A few girls are dancing on the dance floor already, one looking like she should really be at a club in Providence, another wearing a shirt, attempt at a dress. Most likely they had something to drink before they got there -- or possibly stopped at the local bar Emma’s for the usual dollar pizza and drinks. The DJ is starting to play his music and a line is formed outside. The bouncers are making their money and trying to look all tough and scary now so that no one will mess up.
More girls come in and start dancing, awkward guys sit at the tables around and just watch the drunk girls dance and make fools out of themselves, because no one is on their “level” yet.


I make my way to the front bar to take a seat and try to listen in on some conversations over the music. A forty year old woman is hitting on a young man, throwing napkins and coasters trying to get his attention, whispering to me, “Don’t you think he is cute?” I am very concerned for this woman who tells me her name is Debbie. She then continues asking me why I am sitting by myself and that I need a boyfriend to buy me a drink. Then grabs the boy next to her and tells him that he is my boyfriend now. I hope that I do not end up like that someday. You never know what people are going through but this Debbie character was something else. She then is getting upset that this young man is not paying attention to her and she goes outside to have a cigarette. Now I am playing the role of her coat watcher. I sit and watch the bartender running around frantically trying to get people their drinks in a timely fashion. For the most part everyone is being friendly. Others are pushing through and I think how sad it is how people act like animals just to get one drink.


Debbie eventually comes back and then tells me her ride is here and she is going to leave. I hope she makes it home okay.


Now an hour and a half has gone by and I decide to check on the bathroom again. Now bogarts is very busy and I have to push through quite the crowd. There is quiet the diverse crowd, caucasian is the majority followed by maybe twenty five percent african american. Most of which are dancing on the elevated area with the DJ. Three males are in wheelchairs in the middle of the floor. My feet are stepped on, beer is spilled on me, and I am just trying to get to the bathroom. In the women’s bathroom line, girls are going in in groups of four and five, the line extending far back, while to the left the men’s line is going by smoothly, one man in one man out. Nothing more nothing less, why can’t women be like that?


I enter the bathroom. Within two seconds people are already banging, “what is taking so long, let’s go!” I didn’t realize that when people are drunk their judgement of time is also altered. The once bare chalkboard walls are now covered in girls names, images of male body parts, sorority letters, and RB ♥ BD so on and so forth. The toilet paper is nearing its end, the floor is wet and the mirror is gross. I exit immediately and am greeted with the once banging girls to now, “Oh my gosh your shirt is soooo pretty I love it where did you get it?” I thought you had to pee so bad, and now you want to talk about my shirt? I didn’t realize that alcohol also made you forget that you had to use the bathroom.


Squeezing my way to the main room, I go through the pool room. The dads are still there, sitting at a table now, staring at every girl who walks by. A few college men are playing pool, definitely trying to impress the girls they came with. Taking a sip of beer after every shot and giving a wink. Making my way to the other room, everyone is dancing now. Some liquid courage got the mood going. People are dancing with pitchers, of beer pouring it into their friends drinks. I go to sit again and am immediately greeted with an altercation. It is now 12:15.


One guy is yelling at another guy about how he lied and took his girl. Guy one is clearly beyond drunk status and cannot stand straight and his words are not making sense. Guy one has a friend that is a girl trying to take care of him and pull him away. Guy two is just standing there with the girl. Doesn’t seem to want any problem, but guy one just keeps prodding. Guy one’s friend pulls him to the back room, and the other couple continue enjoying their night and having a good time. Guy one comes back with another girl and starts dancing with her trying to make guy two and his girl jealous. Clearly not working. Now previous helping girl looks upset and storms out of bar. It makes me sad, she must love guy one, and guy one is too drunk to even realize what is good for him is right in front of his eyes.


Last call is announced and a crew flocks to the bar. Shortly after the lights come on and the crowd has to finish their drinks and make their way out. I head out of Bogarts, a line is at the sausage cart, at least ten people are outside smoking, and there is guy one is running out of Bogarts yelling at guy two who clearly still does not care.


I walk back to my apartment and from my room for the next hour or so I hear people walking by screaming and just having loud conversations. It is amazing what a difference of a few hours and a few drinks can make. It is very interesting how much of an effect those few drinks can have on an atmosphere.

Well Meg, I would say your field study is pretty damn accurate.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Oddball Cooler!

I’d like to introduce you to my friend – The “Oddball” Beer cooler at my bar. Sure, it’s a bitch to make sure its all loaded up and pretty. But when it is? It calls to me. (And I’m sure the ladies over at Girls Pint Out MA are gonna love it).

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I’ve never really been a “craft beer” kind of girl. Give me my Bud Light and I’m happy (hey, at least its not Keystone like in my College days. I shudder to think how many 30 racks of that my friends I put down without any thought at all). But then two summers ago, my friend Katie invited me to go to the American Craft Beer Fest in Boston. That’s when my life changed. I kept looking for the Bud Light booth but clearly there wasn’t one, so I spend my $40 and 3 hours trying the craziest beers of my life (Did you KNOW Sierra Nevada makes a Chocolate Chili Pepper Stout?! Its insane. Not something I could drink a lot of, but tasty in a two ounce shot). I got drunk, and I got hooked on different types of beers.

Right now in Mr.Oddball cooler, the Bar has 45 different beers & Malt Beverages, two different wines, a bunch of redbull and a various tasting of shots. You wanna drink all of them, don’t you?

The full list is as follows:  NewCastle Brown Ale, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, Red Stripe, Murphy’s Stout, Woodchuck Spring Cider, Woodchuck Fall Cider, George Killians Irish Red, Guinness Black Lager, Narragansett Lager, Narragansett Light, Narragansett Porter, Sea Dog Porter, Hazed and Infused Dry-Hopped Ale, Wachusett Blueberry, Wachusett Green Monsta, Wells Banana Bread Bread, A BUNCH of Samuel Adams ( Black Lager, Pale Ale, Latitude 48 IPA, Cherry Wheat, Blackberry Whitbier, Irish Red & Coastal Wheat), Hardcore Cider, Buckner’s Non-Alcoholic, Magic Hat #9, Wolavers Organic Oatmeal Stout, Woodbridge Gluten Free< Leinenkugel’s Sunset Wheat AND Fireside Nut Brown, Long Trail Double Bag, Samuel Smiths Oatmeal Stout, Spaten Oktoberfest, More Mikes Hard Lemonade than you can imagine ( Original, Winter Blackberry, Cranberry, Raspberry, Pink Lemonade, Black Cherry & Margartita), Smirnoff Ice (we are a college bar after all. These kids still like to “ice” their friends”), and 3 Twisted Teas ( Peach, Raspberry & Blueberry).

Holy crap. That took a lot it type out.

There’s no question what my favorite beer in the cooler is at this time of year of year is – Well’s Banana Bread Beer. I even wrote a post about it LAST year. My love for this beer hasn’t changed. Its still delicious. Everyone I make drink it is in love with it. On BTDT’s facebook page a few months ago, I even took my love for it a step further and added a ‘Chocolate Salted Caramel Rim’ to it.

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‘Cause Rims on Beer make EVERYTHING better.

(don’t laugh at my photography skills)

If it wasn’t 1:12pm, I would be drinking one right now. But I’m at work. And its 1pm. Crap.

I am going to make it a point to try everything in the cooler – but that’s another project for another day!

So my dear readers, Whats your favorite craft beer? And what should I go out and buy to force my family to try on Thanksgiving?

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Things I’m Loving Right Now…

 

Non Booze Related

Pinterest.

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Have you gotten on the Pinterest Bandwagon yet? If not…you really, really, really should. Not only is it the perfect time waster, but it gives you such great ideas for pretty much everything you could ever imagine.  I mean, just look at that picture up there. Sparkly shoes and d├ęcor ideas (courtesy of Ms.Deveau – SOON TO BE MRS. RATTY!), and Mr. Jesse Williams….because of course I have a board that I call “The Pretty People” and post pictures of celebrities that are, welp, gorgeous. Pinterest is pretty much just like a virtual idea board. Need a new craft? Done. Want something for dinner? Its there. Need something to kick your ass into working out? Yup – they’ve got that too. I’ve already got a few ideas for Christmas presents from this thing! The worst (and quite possibly best) part, they’ve got an app for your ipod/ipad/iphone too. I can’t even tell you how many nights I’ve sat in bed just skimming through people’s pins. Meant to go to bed at 11, end up passing out at 2. Oops. If you need an invite, let me know – cause I for sure want you to get in on it (and follow you. and see what you pin).

Netflix (or more specifically, CW shows on Netflix).

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Not even sure I can express how happy I was when Netflix got some shows on their instant stream. More specifically, Felicity and One Tree Hill (but yet, I still started rewatching both Gossip Girl and Vampire Diaries). FELICITY?! COME ON. That show was amazing. It premiered when I was in 8th grade, and it had Kerri Russell. I was sold on it. I was Felicity (and lets be serious, kinda still am). The quiet girl in the corner with the curly, frizzy hair. And when she cut off all her hair in that one episode then showed up at the party in that red dress?! And One Tree Hill. The only reason I still watch that show now (why oh why did you not stop after season 8?! The ending was so good and BDavis was FINALLY happy) is because how obsessed I was with it when it first came on tv. Oh good lord, it’s all perfection. Having my bosses netflix password is seriously making my life right now. I miss shows like this.

Social Media.

Lets be serious. This is nothing new. Follow me. Like my page. You know you wanna.

Fake Bachelorette Parties.

Shoutout to #trampsquad for this one! I’ve been to plenty a bachelorette party in my day, but this one might have topped it all just because we were doing it for fun. I mean, we had a fake back story for her “fiancee” and everything – why should bachelorettes get all the fun?!

 

Booze Related.

Smirnoff Fluff Vodka.

A few weeks ago, we got this vodka in our inventory and the first thing that popped into my head was ‘SMORE’S DRINK’. I wish I had a picture of the one I made that night, because it was so perfect. I mixed a little bit of the vodka with chocolate syrup, mixed it all with some milk, put it in a glass rimmed with chocolate syrup and crushed graham crackers – everyone I let trying was RAVING about it. The only thing that would’ve made it better was a nice little toasted marshmallow on the top. But that’s too fancy for this bar, and yet I’m still asking BossMan for a tabletop s’more kit for Christmas.

 

That’s really about it. I have a few posts in mind for the upcoming days….so be on the lookout. I promise I wont die on you guys again!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I apologize….

Oh good lord.

I did it again. I let BTDT die, and I promise this time I didn’t really mean to.  I do have a lot of things to write about, I’ve just been feeling uninspired about the booze in my life.

Sounds weird right?

There was a good amount of time where we weren’t getting anything new, and I didn’t really feel like making anything with the booze we had – so I stopped.

But no worries! The school year is kicking, my camera is ready and rearing to go  and I have a lot of booze recipes on the horizon.

Stay tuned my friends. Stay tuned.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Never Forget.

 

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Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Boozeday Tuesday: It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

Well, depending on how you look at it. In my eyes? I’m gonna go ahead and say yes, yes it is (although – ask me the same question at 1:05am Thursday morning and I might be giving you a COMPLETELY different answer).

The stores are bought out of their poster tack. The liquor stores are bulking up on their orders of energy drinks and cheap vodka. The rotary in town is in a constant traffic jam. It can only mean one thing – The College Kids are back.

I love and hate this time of year all at the same time. It will be nice to see all the faces that were coming in last year that couldn’t over the summer, but I’m sure some of them will piss me off more than once.

The BAR is THRIVING again. So in honor of those lovely kids who come to Bridgewater to learn and to party, I’m going to be giving you a run down of the most popular drinks at the BAR. But please, don’t judge me. Judge the kids. They don’t really know what good beer is yet.

1. Miller Lite Pitchers   009Remember when I said don’t judge? Miller Lite Pitchers are one of the cheapest things we have around here. And this is why the college students eat (or drink) them up with their limited budgets and wallets. It’s inexpensive, and it’s easy to drink. Especially if you splurged a little bit at the beginning of the night and are already feeling quite…good. And at only $4 a pitcher? Why the hell not? You and a buddy (since we can’t serve them to just one person) can get good for $20 bucks. ITS ECONOMICAL.

2. G&T, Rum & Coke, Vodka Soda & a Splash of Cran.

004Another one of our cheaper drinks. For a 9oz glass of one of the above, its only $2.50! What?! That’s insane. Double it, and you get a 16oz glass for $5. We keep it real around here.

3. LSD. Louie’s Special Drink.

012LSD has been featured on the blog before, but it seems only fitting to mention it again. This glorious concoction of many different liquors, 3 juices and 2 syrups has become a favorite with not only with the college crowd, but with my FAMILY. I swear, I brought it home once and now I get yelled at when I don’t bring it home for say, Thanksgiving or Christmas. The best and quite possibly worst aspect of the LSD is that you really can’t taste any of the booze. At all. It gets a little dangerous. Like, don’t drink 3 big ones while you’re sitting down and try to stand up kind of dangerous.

4. The Raspberry Lime Rickey.

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Aka The Walshie. Now this might just be popular when I’m working, but I’ll take it. It was something I had come up with last year, and it seems like people just keep wanting it. And its an easy to go to drink when people tell me that they want something, but don’t know what they want (Sidenote – people. Please know what you want when you have a massive line behind you. Or just tell me to make you anything. I’m not gonna sit there talking to you for 15 minutes debating vodka vs. rum. Especially not on a Wednesday Night).

5. Domestic Beers

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When the kids don’t know what to order, more than likely they’ll fall back on one of the old Faithfuls. Its just that simple.

 

Oh College Kids. I missed you….I’m so glad you’re back.