Tag archives for drinking

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Pretty good evening

Wool socks, Chinese take out, beer in glass bottles and Twin Peaks DVDs make for a pretty good evening.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Vacanigans III, part 2

…and the bullet points just keep on rolling!

  • In addition to the ticket arcade, we found something else to spend obscene amounts of money on: dinner.

  • The resort is peppered with advertisements down every hallway. Quite a few of them were for one of the in-house restaurants, Karl's Steak House. There are only so many times I can see those ads before I start thinking that food is the most delicious looking food in the history of the world.

  • Karl's Steak House doesn't look like a terribly upscale place, but they sure as fuck are priced like one. The really cheap steaks were over $30 dollars and prices trended up over $100. For a steak. I know these prices aren't unheard of, but this is just not what we were expecting.

  • The Bunny ordered… uh, pasta I think (shut up, it's been two weeks), The Chicken ordered… uh, something else and I ordered the Giant Mashed Potatoes.

  • I highly recommend those potatoes. It's a big-ass mound of home made potatoes roughly the size of my head (literally), laced with butter and smothered in sour cream, thick cut bacon chunks and melted cheddar. Holy fuck, was it good. And filling. I ate less than half of it, then ate more for breakfast the next day and still had leftovers go to waste.

  • Another bright spot on the restaurant experience was the wine list. The crown jewel of their list was an 18 liter bottle of cabernet sauvignon. 18 liters. I wanted it so badly, but not badly enough to pay $1300 for it. That price does not include a team of Sherpas to lug it around for you.

  • At first I wanted the ginormous bottle of wine for myself, but Bunny had a much better idea — Christmas gift for my boss's wife and office manager Bird, a real wine enthusiast. Bunny's idea was to give her that bottle and a crazy straw and watch her go.

  • After squeaking out of the restaurant with our nest egg intact (current nest egg balance: $8.12, two old buttons, one dull washer that looks like a dime), we returned to our condo for one of my favorite parts of any hotel stay: real cable television.

  • After a very long drought, we now have cable TV at home again. But we have a super cheap package, which we only ordered because it was free at first. We get eight or nine channels, and none of them are terribly exciting.

  • Whenever we're at a hotel, I'd like nothing more than to kick back with my feet up and the History Channel on continuously. I loves me some History. I watched a show on chocolate production, another on the machines of execution, another on the underworld beneath Paris (huge, cavernous rooms filled with bones) and the most unexpectedly cool show ever… "Ice Road Truckers."

  • I've known for quite some time that Canada has a huge diamond mine up north somewhere. I had no idea how far north it was. The mine operates year round, and has it's own airstrip for deliveries of fresh food, medicine and emergency flights out. Very heavy equipment can't be flown in, it has to be driven in. The catch is that there's no road.

  • The "road" from Yellowknife to the mine is hundreds of kilometers long and only 20% of it is overland. The rest is over water. The ice is only thick enough for heavy trucks for about eight or ten weeks a year. That's the premise of the show: reality TV about truckers making a mad dash over sheet ice in near-arctic conditions and complete isolation to get a year's worth of heavy equipment to the mine in two months. The show is oddly captivating.

  • Later on, my brother-in-law and I decided on some hops- and barley-based lubrication to smooth over the stresses of howling children in close quarters. Which I'm totally exaggerating. There was very little howling, the quarters weren't that close, and we weren't that much in need. But, hey… it's beer!

  • The beers were mostly uneventful. The most noteworthy thing was our tentative plan to move the next night's required drinking (because the drinking is required, believe me) to… the boobie bar!

  • Tourist Trap has an abundance of gentlemen's establishments, which makes sense given the general "give me all your fucking money" motif established by the rest of the community. The only thing lacking is casinos. Oh, wait… the Trap has those too.

 
Tune in next time for even less inspiring events! (The excitement keeps building, I know!)

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

It's genetic

What is it about grilling that makes me need beer? It's like it's imprinted in my genes. BBQ tongs in my right hand? Beer in my left.

Friday, July 20, 2007

I'm off

I'm off to drink beer and buy the new Harry Potter. Because those two are very closely related.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Cooking on the grill

Cooking on the grill. Must. Drink. Beer.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Um, yay?

Shortly I'll be off to take The Chicken downtown to watch the parade. Is it too early to start drinking?

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DUI suspect's unicorn claim found to be mistaken humor

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Man Tells Cops Unicorn Caused Crash

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Drunk fisherman wrestles with shark

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Painted eyes

She paints over her eyes
but not her loneliness