May 18, 2012 § Leave a Comment
There are things to be learned from venturing out into the culture of the all-inclusive tropical resort. In this slowest of slumbering winters, Boozey went to Jamaica and tread on previously unknown territory to ye olde barstool drinkers: the Bob Marley shot, here to challenge our assumption that we’d never meet a drink we didn’t like.
Mildly jealous of the tan Boozey surely has,
Until the next round,
Which will be nothing so layered nor technicolored as the feature of this post,
I think we all know the can of beer that is the glint in my eye,
May 3, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Oh, Dolly Parton. If only you would come to Portland and sit next to us on our favorite barstools, we’d do shots of cheap whiskey all night and whoop it up looking at those fine men in their painted-on jeans before taking one or two of them home.
Keeping it real, Dolly. Keeping it real.