I was recently dragged to a ritzy bar by a couple of my friends.  I obliged, but only because it was someone’s birthday, and you CAN’T say no on birthdays.  Anyway, even with pre-partying, I ended up spending waaaay too much on liquor because apparently SOME bars don’t sell vodka

Of course, this being the 4th of July holiday weekend, you know you’re about to go get pretty fucked up at least one of the days, whether you’re in the city, slutting it up in Vegas or houseboating like Gramps used to do in Shasta.  That’s why it’s pretty awesome

When I was younger, my mom really loved fruit punch.  Everywhere we went — soccer games, my middle school orchestra concerts, Applebee’s — there my mom would be with her plastic to-go cups bought in bulk from Costco (née Price Club) filled with extremely pungent, blood-red juice. OR SO I