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what my brother drank on his 21 run

My one and only brother, Eric, turned 21 yesterday! It was a party for all. Well, mostly for him. But you know.
Eric just returned from cooking in France for three months, and therefore lost all his American friends and had nobody to come out and celebrate. (Not even his girlfriend because she is underage! Ooh Eric, you cradle robber!) I took matters into my own hands and invited/harassed all my lovely friends to show him a good time.

Things that entered Eric’s liver last night:

  • Shot of Pinnacle Whipped Cream vodka in my kitchen (YOU’RE WELCOME, ERIC)
  • Beer #1 at Quinn’s
  • Beer #2 at Quinn’s
  • La Fiona shot at Poquitos
  • El Dude vanilla tequila thing at Poquitos
  • Strawberry shortcake Jell-O shot at Unicorn
  • Hellicorn shot at Unicorn
    (You know it’s your 21st birthday when you take Jell-O shots and something called a “Hellicorn”)
  • Multiple whiskey and tequila shots at Unicorn as well? This is where I start to lose count. I think there were 3-5 shots in there
  • Beer at Elysian

So, only about 8-15 drinks total. Apparently that’s all it took. After that last beer, the bathrooms at Elysian were treated to a special show. (And so was dear sweet Joe, who accompanied my brother to make sure he didn’t die in there.)

You only turn 21 once. But don’t worry, Eric, you still have 22, 23, 24, 25, etc. to look forward to, and if you’re anything like your big sister, you have plenty of trainwrecks awaiting you in the future.

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texas: bigger and better

WOW I am very behind on my blogging. I know you millions of readers (= 14ish people from Facebook) are probably very upset, and for this I apologize. I didn’t ever talk about Vegas, but you can read the best part of that trip here, and the rest is pretty much how you’d imagine it would go. (Booze, shot machines, stupid outfits, pool parties, F-list celeb sightings.)

Fast forward to the end of September, when Dayna and I went to TEXAS! I don’t care what all the haters say, I love Texas and I will freely admit it. To be honest I’ve only been to Austin and San Antonio, so who knows what I feel about the rest of that great state. But I’ve liked what I’ve seen, and I’ve seen what I liked. (What? I don’t know.)

Possibly my favorite beer in the world… SHINER BOCK!

We visited a few years ago just for fun and debauchery, but this time Dayna and I arrived with a purpose: Austin City Limits. Bunking with two awesome 20something post-frat bros with a keg of Shiner in their living room (thanks, Jacob and Chase!!!!!!!), we had the best living situation possible and the best music festival ever to attend. It was a magical weekend.

Oh yeah, and besides the best crashpad and the best music, let’s not forget the BEST FOOD AND BOOZE. God I love Austin.

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yeehaw! bravehorse tavern

Everyone in Seattle knows that Southlake is blowin’ up these days. I would describe the hood as “up and coming,” but please, how cliche can you get?

It’s true, though.

Used to be that Feirabend was the only bar in the area that excited me, but hold your horses (pun intended, clearly) because there’s a new kid in town and he’s ready to get down!

Said kid is Tom Douglas, and he opened a restaurant mini-compound that includes Cuoco, Ting Momo, and my bar of the hour, Bravehorse Tavern. Much more laidback than most of Tom’s other endeavors, Bravehorse is the saloon of my cowgirl fantasies. As my boy Will Smith would say, we gon’ to the wild, wild west. Seriously, how many horseshoes, rustic wood accents, and whiskey specialty drinks can one place pack in?! Not to mention, the food is tasty and cheap! $6 for a perfectly good burger. Not to mention soft pretzels with myriad sauces, a great beer list, poppyseed coleslaw, and hand-dipped corndogs…

There’s peanut butter bacon dippin’ sauce in them thar hills.

I realize it’s weird how much I like cole slaw, but I really don’t care at this point.

Yippie-ki-yi-yay!

Oh, and there’s shuffleboard.

Bravehorse is so good that I went twice this week. And drank a $5 HH Equestrian both times. No regrets, just love. Giddyup!

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get ur ron-ron on

In case anyone in America was unaware, the one and only Jersey Shore premiered its season 3 last Thursday, to much fanfare. Of course the only way to properly observe this momentous occasion was to make a batch of Ron-Ron Juice and dress/act like complete assholes. I was shocked to learn that many people do not know what Ron-Ron Juice is, or how to make it.

Live in darkness no more, because I am here to divulge the secret recipe. Feel free to implement this Thursday during the second episode of the season, or this weekend, or I mean right now, honestly there is no BAD time to enjoy this delicious libation. (I guess that depends on your definition of “bad” but advanced humans such as myself know there is no inappropriate moment for a delicious cocktail of vodka and watermelon. Speaking of watermelon, did you know they sell entire cartons of watermelon juice in the stores now?! Do you think the popularity of JS is having an effect on the USA juice market?! Discuss in the comments if you are as amped as I am about this… situation.)

Cheers, or in the immortal words of Snooki, “YOU are a Fing slutty-ass BITCH!”

INGREDIENTS


Watermelon juice
Cranberry juice
Maraschino cherries
VODKA

PROCEDURE

Mix all together. Feel free to choose your own proportions. I prefer it heavy on the vodka, let’s not kid ourselves here. In true Ronnie fashion, you should pour it all into the blender over some ice, but in true Emily fashion, I am lazy and could not find a blender, so Ron-Ron on the rocks it is.

Beware: this classy libation is deceptively potent. Within a few short sips, we were spilling it all over my floor… the stove… and each other. (That last one not pictured, but rest assured it happened.)

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sparks: going the way of the dinosaurs?!

My friend Emily (not me, obviously. I don’t do third person.) passed this beautiful article along to me, and I feel it is my duty to share this groundbreaking formula with the world.
It’s no secret that Sparks contains less heart murmur-inducing ingredients than it used to. To add insult to injury, even this weak formula is getting harder and harder to find in your average grocery store. At least, here in Seattle. (And apparently San Francisco.) And all I have to say is: WHY? WHY WOULD LIFE PUNISH ME IN THIS WAY?!

But as I told Emily: it’s kinda hardcore. When Sparks is outlawed, only outlaws will drink Sparks.

comparison-thumb-400x300Sparks Outlawed? Now You Can Make It At Home.

(courtesy of the San Francisco Food Blog. Because clearly Sparks is nutritional “food” for everyone.)

Back in December 2008, MillerCoors voluntarily removed caffeine, taurine, guarana, and ginseng from energy drink Sparks, due in part to pressure from San Francisco City Attorney Dennis Herrera. Hipsters everywhere lost their collective shit. The overly sweet malt liquor/energy drink hybrid saturated the fabric of many a party flannel. Subtract the caffeine and all you have left is a really gross drink, instead of a really gross drink that makes you stay up really, really late…
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is it in you?

This summer I have experienced a renaissance in a very important relationship that had been on hiatus for quite sometime. It’s been pretty heartfelt and intense, and I’m never going to let it slip through my fingers again… I’m talking, of course, about rekindling my affair with Gatorade. How could I have forgotten how awesome this shit is?!

I don’t think I’d enjoyed a cool Gatorade since the long ago debacle of Kent youth soccer when I was in third grade. Now, of course, Gatorade comes in handy for a different reason. It is the hangover cureall. Electrolytes, vitamins, hydration, ridiculously unnecessary amounts of artificial coloring… what more could I ask for? NOTHING.
Gatorade has really stepped it up lately, too. Now it comes in myriad flavors and colors (though to me, classic lemon-lime will always be the ultimate). They’ve also unveiled the liquid magic that is “G2”, which has half the calories of normal Gatorade. Which leads me to ask… why G2? Doesn’t that imply it has twice the calories? Shouldn’t it be called G½ ? I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, though, so I’ll accept the illogical name. Love is blind. Similarly, I’ll accept the fact that it is so damn difficult to find lemon-lime G2 in a single-serving jug! Last month I got into a semi-heated argument with a Kirkland Chevron convenience store attendant about the subject. They had like three different types of blue G2 (sidenote: don’t buy into the bullshit. Gatorade may call it “blueberry” or “fruit punch” or “raging tiger” or whatever, but every blue flavor is just that: blue. It’s all the same.) but NO lemon-lime! What the hell is that?! Safeway carries sixpacks of mini lemon-lime G2, but that’s it. And let me tell you: a mini Gatorade is not gonna cut it when I’m hungover. I demand the large jug for my immediate consumption.
Speaking of Safeway: the barrage of travesties keeps on coming. To add insult to injury, the Safeway on 85th doesn’t even carry Gatorade in their chilled beverage section! They do have cold versions of Gatorade’s retarded stepsister, Propel, but any discerning athlete/drunk knows that only true Gatorade (or, for the calorie-conscious consumer such as myself, G2) will quench the deep thirst. I know this sad fact because yesterday morning I woke up at 7:30 after a long, long night of many sake bombs on an empty stomach (always a good idea) and knew at once that an icy cold Gatorade was the only thing that could comfort me… I walked twelve freaking blocks up to 85th & 15th to get my hands on one and a) no large size lemon-lime G2, b) no chilled Gatorade at all! AHHHHHH! Get with it, Safeway! I walked all the way to NORTH SEATTLE for this and you’re going to deny me?!?!? What about all your customers who demand instant refreshment and relief? I don’t have time to wait for my drink to chill!
So… you’re all dying to know what happened by this point… I regrettably ended up purchasing a large lukewarm BLUE G2 (supposedly “blueberry-pomegranate,” nice try, Gatorade). To be fair, it did make me feel better almost instantaneously in my time of need. PLUS its shocking blue color sends everyone who sees you a very important message: “I’m so sporty and healthy! I’m drinking Gatorade!” (Or maybe they look at me and think “wow, that girl had a rough night” but I’d prefer to buy into the misguided idea that the general public is under the illusion I am athletic.)
In conclusion: Gatorade cures your hangover, makes you feel like you’re more healthy than you actually are, and is on sale for 88 cents at Safeway for a limited time. You’re welcome.
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