fall resolution: join A.A

We've resolved to avoid drinking for 2 weeks in order to fund server space (rent?) but this teetotalist agenda doesn't preclude us from accepting free booze.

"Once you’re done getting your shop on, Cork ‘n’ Bottle will be having an Ale Asylum beer tasting from 4-6 pm today and their usual wine tasting at 3pm tomorrow."

Majestic Theatre Bee Stung

Muzzle of Bees snarks re: Majestic's condo-friendly lineup?

"...after the proverbial tongue bathing the Theatre has received from multiple other local media outlets, color us supremely disappointed thus far."

A nice Verve Pipe dig, too. More please!

Those Poor Bastards Dig Us A Shallow Grave

Where do you drink--socially, not at home?

Lonesome Wyatt: I don't have SOCIAL---

--where do you drink by yourself, when you're not at home?

LW: In the ditch, junkyard.

Do you have a favorite ditch?

LW: Shallow ditch, with a puddle of water. "The shallow ditch," I guess it's called... with water.

Vincent Presley: You know that one?

Where might I find that?

LW: It finds you.

What about the puddle we walked by earlier?

LW: That won't do.

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Those Poor Bastards, Lonesome Wyatt and Vincent Presley, play the King Club tonight. Fucking cheap: $5. Check this week's Onion for a more coherent preview of the misery that awaits. We're pissed we can't wallow along, but we'll be out of town, celebrating our midlife crisis. See erstwhile stomping grounds for more miserable non sequiturs.

The great migration

KF1: Yeah, all the hot guys in Milwaukee are straight.
KF2: Cause all the gays moved to Chicago.

Natt Spil curbside, Tuesday night, kindly fellows psych up a friend: she's moving to Milwaukee, where there's "lots of opportunity" to snag the heterosexual drinking buddies she richly "deserves."

And that makes Gwyneth Paltrow...?

"Out of my backpack I share four magazines: Interview, Vogue, Entertainment Weekly, Vanity Fair. These, I had hoped, would appeal to the former art student who had lived in the Village near N.Y.U. with two other post-punk roommates when the Clash were the Coldplay of their time."

^{[emph. added] NY Times, via Gawker, memory triggered by Fresh Foods}