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You know what me about, sex, socks and cash.

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Zin is tasty. Sometimes my neighbor Denise and her husband Anthony will come by and we'll knock down a box of pink zin while grilling some marinated veal. Then we'll do some swapping. We're cosmopolitan like that.

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She's utterly harmless in every regard. If she were a kitchen utensile, she'd be a sponge.

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thanks, but seeing as I have been drinking beer (legally) for the past 15 years, it's likely that I might have tried one of the most widely available beers already. :)

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Even DC has bars with comparable selections. Just not many of them.

A propos of training-wheel drinks, a friend and I contemplated the following the other day:

are wine coolers still sold?

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White zinfy makes me think of Riunte ("on ice, that's nice") or maybe one of the malt liquor and lemonade thingys.

I confess I don't get the marinated, grilled veal joke.:confused:

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What a bunch of horseshit. Beer has it's place, as does liquor and wine. If I'm sitting outside at a cafe on a 90 degree afternoon, I don't want a fucking martini or a scotch. I want a big, refreshing glass of very good beer. Booze just doesn't refresh, which is why I wait until the evening for it.


We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the lords of all creation. As for Andy - he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.

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Yes. My local liquor store keeps them on hand, I assume to keep the middle-and-high schoolers from shoplifting the good stuff.

Though I gather Mike's Hard Lemonade is cooler 'cause the name sounds tougher.

Road Trip Albums
 

It's still a powerful song, I agree. It seems odd that it was written by the same sentimentalist who wrote "Sugar Mountain." I suppose they won't be singing "Rockin' in the Free World" at any Girl Scout campfires, though.

There's a very moving moment in "Love to Burn" on Weld when Neil's voice breaks --- it sounds a bit like a sob --- when singing "Why'd you ruin my life? / Where you takin' my kid? / And they hold each other saying: / How did it come to this?" Two of Neil's sons, one by a prior relationship, suffer from cerebral palsy. That little moment is the only illustration I can think of why "recorded live" isn't any oxymoron.

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Um, actually, I was serious (though I was talking about her interview of W's father). I heart Katie.

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Cool. Stephen King in defense of beer.

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Some places.

I think the days of Bartles and James have been supplanted by (in ascending chronological order): Zima, Jack Daniels cocktails, cider, and now, malt liquor in a white-person-acceptable form (a.k.a. hard lemonade or Smirnoff Ice"). Maybe next they'll add some flavor and extra alcohol to goat piss and call it Arctic Ice or something like that.

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She was talking about her friend liking weak or sweet drinks like light beer or zin--therefore, my suggestion she also try a sloe gin fizz or pina colada. You can lay down your sword now--I'm not insulting good beer.

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I'll take any opportunity to swat Sebby on the wrist with my ruler, even if it requires misreading another's post to do it.

I knew you were sincere about Katie, but I did think you were kidding about GHWB and the softballs.

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I thought you might've but I didn't know if you hosers were allowed to drink non-canadian beers. I heard it was against uh against Canadian Criminal Code or something. OK, uh, like when you find a mouse in a bottle of Elsinore beer that you buy at a beer store, eh? And I heard that when that happens you get your beer free. Like there's legal precedence set in cases in law, eh?

C(This movie was shot in 3B - three beers - and it looks good, eh?)tD