Game Day Cocktails: Michigan
Civil wars are never good. A civil war almost destroyed America, and an even bigger one almost destroyed the Avengers. [...]
Game Day Cocktails: Alabama Crimson Tide
Even if you haven't watched a single game of college football, chances are you've heard of Alabama Crimson Tide. With [...]
Game Day Cocktails: Texas A&M
They say everything is bigger in Texas. That's why this week we're serving up a double feature. That's right, two [...]
Hangovers at 27
Once upon a time, I used to be able to run with the best of them. Aggressively howl till the [...]
Game Day Cocktails: Notre Dame
When it comes to drinking, no one does it better than the Irish. That's why this week we're excited to [...]
Game Day Cocktails: Ole Miss Rebels
Often romanticized by the author Mark Twain, the Mississippi River runs through a land that has provided us many great [...]
Beers with Belly: Busch Gardens
Is it just me or did this week feel like a forced tequila shot? Good news, it's Friday Jockeys, which [...]
It’s Friday, 4:00, congrats, you’ve almost done it. The continual ass pounding you take week in and week out from corporate America is about to be put on pause for two glorious days. A weekend packed with light -hearted pleasure followed by a Sunday morning of regret, anxiety and possibly a shot of penicillin. Until you embark on the journey that is post college, you just don’t realize just how precious the weekend truly is. Yet, here you are, sitting in your cubicle anxiously awaiting that everlasting clock to strike 5. 4:58, tick tock tick tock. You’re now just two scarce minutes away from having the shackles of employment ripped from upon you thus releasing you into the wild. Like a caterpillar blossoming into a butterfly, the office jockey you were Monday -Friday suddenly evolves into a monster no office setting can fathom: The Booze Hound. Fueled by a relentless scent for the weekend, intoxication mixed with pleasure seeking adventures; the defiled animal you become on the weekend has zero regard for it’s actions Monday morning. The Booze Hound does not trouble itself with the responsibilities of tomorrow. Instead, it plunges itself deep into the abyss of that drug we all call life. It’s 5:01 my Booze Hounds; get ready for some late night howling and growling. Who Lets the Dogs Out!