The 4 ryes I’m enjoying in my bear time

My fellow inebriates,

The rye aisle at my local booze shop is a wonderland, but I’ve been neglecting it.

don draperIf I had to blame someone, it might be Don Draper, with his relentless consumption of Canadian Club. Understandably, I thought Canadian Club must be reasonably top-shelf, and I drank it accordingly.

Turns out Canadian Club is fine for 10:00 am at work, but in our spare time (our bear time), we can do better. Back in December, Santa thought so too, and put this wonderful Northern Border Collection rye sampler set under the tree for yours truly.

rye mixer

I’d be lying if I said these little bottles were still around, MFI, by my memories of them linger. Over the next four blog posts, I’ll talk about each one of them while urging you to sip them at work. Stay tuned!

PS       What do YOU drink at work? Drop me a line in the comments.

Helping you effing deck the halls

My fellow inebriates,

I have neglected you this year.

For most of 2018 you’ve been left to your own devices to select the most badass wines, beers, spirits and liqueurs.

I have no excuses, except for being dumb, perpetually drunk and decidedly not opposedly thumbed. So you have my deepest apologies, and those of my parents, who really suck for letting my blog lapse. I mean, they have thumbs.

For you, my wonderful readers, a Christmas gift:

Fuckering lights

Why my buddy Blackie is cleaner than yours truly

My friend Blackie Bear says this happened to him once.

In fact, that might even be him.

But unless the bath is full of vodka, IT’S NOT HAPPENING TO ME.