At the urging of Breda I’ve been trying out Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy, which is basically a lemonade beer. And it tastes like… beer and lemonade.

For whatever reason I just don’t “get” beer. I have friends who brew their own, and read books and websites devoted to beer, and spend upwards of $8 PER BOTTLE for some fancy something-or-other brewed by Bavarian underpants gnomes, and rave about the subtle hints of this and that… and it just breezes right over my head.

As far as I can determine, beer basically comes in two varieties: too watery and too bitter. And I’m not particularly crazy about either kind. Plus you have to drink so MUCH of the stuff, leaving you feeling bloated and sluggish. Like I said, I don’t see the appeal.

So I’m going to finish off this lemonade stuff and then go back to my all-time favorite drink: a double tequila with a tequila back, neat. The classics never go out of style.

Sunny Delight and vodka get along pretty well, though there’s a definite “drinking in high school” vibe to it.

pdb: you’re like the louis awerbuck of boozing

I get home from my 13-hour day at school, walk the dog, check email, sit down to read the blogs…

… and Justin Buist has to go and wreck my day.

Look, I don’t care if the government of Michigan shuts down. It barely functions anyways, and I sincerely doubt I’d notice any difference if they laid off every single state employee. But suspending liquor sales WILL NOT STAND. Especially when I’m completely out of tequila…

Thanks, man. I knew there was a reason why I’m still friends with you.

ExistingThing intrepidly joins the ranks of the drunkbloggers with a fine first effort.

You’ve done a man’s job, sir!

A tip for next time: fewer pictures of you, more of this supposed “girlfriend” person. Remember, we’re on the Internet here; pics or it didn’t happen!

Lindsay Lohan, passed out drunk in her car. Sharp-eyed readers will spot the collection of AA sobriety chips hanging from the rear-view mirror. That’s supposed to be 30 days IN A ROW, Lindsay.

… self-inflicted this time. It’s been a helluva day.

“So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking”

I need some White Castle now. RIP, Mr. Gallo.