This will not be polite. Honestly, if I have to read one more article about how fabulous it is to be single, Im going to throw up in my mouth. Thanks, but get out of here. Lets not glorify a subject that makes me want to drown my single sorrows in a bottle of malt liquor, shall we? The fact of it is, Im so cool, and everybody else sucks. But, Im the one whos single, and these people are the ones with boyfriends. Give me a couple seconds while I yoga breathe my way through making sense of this, and then I’ll continue with that vomit-in-my-mouth feeling. Im not saying being single is always a disaster. Being single is amazing when youre in college, when you feel like Samantha Jones is your spirit animal or when youre going through a colossal reinvention and dont want any dicksto steal your focus. But being single isnt so amazing when youre too amazing to be single. I can be jaded, and hell yes, I can be bitter. And half the time, all I want to do is chew a bunch of Xanax and pass out for two weeks straight, just so I dont have to dwell on my dire relationship status. But instead, I will take the classier approach to believing in my inner-cool and not-psycho self. I’ll pour all that good energy into the world and hope itll boomerang back to me (or something). “Like hello, love? Are you there?” “Ive been a really great girl this year!” “Cant you come and find me, please?” If anything is going to boomerang back to me at this point, it doesnt feel like its going to be love. I just feel like Im so beyond this. I dont want to feel like I could star in my own comedy show about my most awkward sexual encounters. I dont want to learn any more lessons that feel as confusing as science projects. I dont want to feel like I could write a novel about the worst pick-up lines Ive ever had the displeasure of experiencing firsthand. So where are all these boy meets girl stories? I want to be the girl at the caf who needs the milk and meetsthe boy holding the milk, and then we fall inlove forever (or whatever). Im also willing to get hit by a cab, if thats what it takes to fall in love. I just feel as though the universe has already put a certain amount of these scenarios on the Earth, and theyve already been used up by every other basic bitch. Here I am, sloshing through a typhoon of subpar experiences that everybody tells me will only help me realize what it is I want and dont want in a relationship. You live. You learn. Okay, well, Im also not Alanis Morissette. I know what I want, and I know what I dont want. There is no silver lining. I shouldnt need another shot of tequila to try to convince myself this dude doesnt already completely annoy the sh*t out of me. I shouldnt have to hear how guys are just too intimidated by pretty, intelligent girls and are terrified of rejection. If youre not going to talk to me first like a true man, then stop undressing me with your eyes from across the room. Then, I can go back to chuggingdrinks without any expectations, and I can keep texting my friends about how I hate everyone tonight. Im at the point now where I either need to move to Alaska (where the ratio of men to women is two to one), become a lesbian or get a new vibrator (along with 10 cats) and call it my own happily ever after. My mother suggested I go to a museum or get a new hobby, as if climbing a wall or seeing a Matisse will suddenly fulfill that gaping hole in my life. And it only gets worsebecause everybody who is taken sucks. I just dont get it. They say babe 100times a day. They are the chronic daters. They are the ones who drink pinot grigio at sports bars and dont know how to cook dinner. And what is it with these couples never matching? The guy is always hotter, and the girl is maybe a seven (at best) and always has a stink eye. She probably turned him into a vegan, cries when she gets wasted and forces him into every duck-faced selfie on her Instagram. But, hes just as bad for giving in to it, and I could never envy that kind of passive dude. So carry on, boy and girl vanilla. Im just the queen of doggy style over here, and I can cook a lasagna to save the world. I’m simply looking for a permanent shuffleboard partner wholl screw me whether I win or lose and not feel the need to cuddle after. But those two can enjoy their brunch. Im just gonna go home alone, drink a beer and masturbate. And thats when Facebook happens. I dont know why I still have it. The only posts I can stand these days are either about hockey, ugly dogs or bacon. Otherwise, I just cant because of all the marriage and the babies. “Oh, I remember that girl from college.She was always hooking up with a different guy every other day,and now she has two kids whose names begin with the same letter.” “What is up with thosepregnancy pictures?” “Why do they have to make hearts with their hands like that?” “Are they really that happy smiling at an aquarium or under an apple tree?” I get that people change. I just dont get how these psycho or boring people have found love and lives for themselves (even if a little clichd), and I havent. Even others youd never imagine those with daddy issues, those who sort of look like horses or those who have meltdowns over French toast that doesn’t have enough butter are the ones with the boyfriends who are both good on paper and have beards. I just cant deal with itfor one more second. I guess its good, though, that in this barren love life of mine, I still believe in how cool I am, regardless of how much everybody else sucks. I just dont want to be single anymore. I want to be done f*cking around, so I can give myself wholly to one person who doesnt give a sh*t about all thedumbass sh*t I dont careabout, either. I just want to order delivery with two sets of plastic forks and have the same man kiss me forever. Is that really too much to ask for in life? from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/12/01/being-single-is-fcking-horrible-so-we-need-to-stop-lying-to-ourselves/
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I had thrown a housewarming party in my new apartment. A guy friend eyed my decanter of Gentleman Jack whiskey and asked me, Who taught you how to drink? Puzzled, I replied, My mother. Its true: My grandfather owned liquor stores, which allowed his children to cultivate expensive taste in alcohol. My moms drink of choice? Scotch on the rocks with a twist. Most of my girlfriends believe whiskey is one of the following adjectives: bitter, gross, rough, disgusting or manly.Well, I can say the same thing about IPA beer. Lets be honest: Whiskey is an acquired taste.But that’s just like red wine, a fiery personality and a sassy wit. All these things also are acquired tastes. Whiskey is not a mans drink. Its a gentlemans drink.Its bold, classy and sophisticated. But the women who drink it are described the same way. Many guys agree its quite attractive to find a lady who enjoys whiskey. The couples who drink whiskey together often have the same outlook and perspective on life. Theyre deep, sincere and thoughtful. Here are seven reasons why those who drink whiskey together stay together: 1. Whiskey drinkers are simple.Those who drink whiskey are simple.Whiskey drinkers dont need thrills or lavishness in the same way they dont need a million ingredients to make a cocktail drinkable. Too many ingredients take away from the pure taste of the amazing alcohol. If youwant simplicity, go for these kinds of folks. 2. Whiskey drinkers are bold.Whether its a bourbon, scotch, Canadian or American, whiskey has a bold taste.As mentioned above, whiskey drinkers like simplicity, so the true fans wont be diluting their bold alcohol with tame counterparts like sugary mixers. The boldness of a whiskey drinker is in his or her personality. This person will always be real with you. Whiskey drinkers dont sugarcoat their opinions. Theyll tell it like it is, whether you like it or not. 3. Whiskey drinkers are interesting.Formulations of whiskey are different in the same way their tastes are different. Some are smooth, while some are more edgy.Some are better straight, while others need a partner. Regardless, whiskey can come in an array oftastes, according to the type of distillery.Parallel to this, youll never have a dull conversation with a whiskey drinker. Whiskey drinkers are knowledgeable about many things, sothey can fit into any conversation. 4. Whiskey drinkers are sophisticated.Whiskey is an art. In the same waydrawings, paintings and sculptures all require appreciation, whiskey requires appreciation as well. Whiskey drinkers not only enjoy these arts, they appreciate the craft behind concocting whiskey as well. 5. Whiskey drinkers are classy.The prime adjectives used to describe a whiskey drinker? Well-mannered and well-dressed. Whiskey uses fine ingredients, and a whiskey drinker enjoys the finer things.The polished and shiny things in life are reflective of a whiskey drinkers personality. Need a fun date for your friends wedding or formal party? Your whiskey-drinking friend wont be an embarrassment. 6. Whiskey drinkers are confident.Confidence is one of the most attractive traits in a person.Knowing how to dress, apply makeup and walk in heels like a boss are all attributes that can be taught. But confidence is developed.Without confidence, a pretty girl is simply pretty; there isnt any spunk or edge. Whiskey is confident. It doesnt need a delicately stemmed glass, a mixing partner or a million bar tools to make a statement. 7. Whiskey drinkers are mysterious.In a world where oversharing is the norm, the coolest thing you can do is maintain your mystery.Oversharing on social media or revealing everything about yourself on the first date sucks the fun out of getting to know someone.Plus, mystery keeps things interesting. Who really wants to know the plot of the story in the first five pages? Whiskey is mysterious. Yes, its a brown liquid — though some are clear like vodka — but it can be bitter or sweet, have hints of different ingredients or beaged for several years.The options are endless forwhiskey. The same goes for whiskey drinkers.Who knows what they’re thinking? Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/12/01/7-reasons-couples-who-drink-whiskey-together-stay-together/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/12/01/7-reasons-couples-who-drink-whiskey-together-stay-together/ Soup is probably one of the most under-appreciated foods out there. Oftentimes, we disregardsoups’ ability to hold their own as entres, casting them off to the side as pregames to tide us over until the main meals arrive. But soup deserves more credit than just being an appetizer or something you only eat when you have the sniffles. Yep, if you ask me, soup is pretty damn delicious and one of the most versatile foods out there, so it definitely deserves some space in the main-course spotlight. Plus, I’m always an advocate for anything that lets you lickthe bowl when you’re done. There are all sorts of insanely tasty soups out there tofill you up and keep you warm — from healthy soups packed with veggies and pots filled with comfort-food classics to substantial stews and bowls brimming with noodles. So, in order to help you step up your soup game, we set out to find a bunch of mouthwatering soup recipes perfect for sweater weather. Take a look at the pictures below to see soups that will keep you cozy all winter long. 1. Vegan Buffalo Cauliflower Chowder with Herbed Crostini2. Mac and Cheese Soup3. Vegetable Lasagna Soup4. Italian Meatball Minestrone Soup5. Carrot, Lentil &Squash Soup with Walnut Croutons6. Creamy Chicken Wild Rice Soup7. Fresh Spinach Tomato and Garlic Tortellini Soup8. Hearty Split Pea & Smoky Bacon Soup9. Shrimp Wonton Soup10. French Onion Soup with Cheesy French Toast11. Spicy Sriracha Lime Chicken Zoodle Soup12. Hearty Winter Vegetable Soup13. Sweet Potato Sriracha Noodle Soup14. Cheeseburger Soup15. Loaded Veggie Nacho Soup16. Cheesy Potato Soup17. Duck Ramen18. Bacon-Cheddar Cauliflower Chowder19. Thai Curry Lentil &Sweet Potato SoupSource: http://allofbeer.com/2017/12/01/27-insanely-delicious-soups-that-will-keep-you-cozy-all-winter-long/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/12/01/27-insanely-delicious-soups-that-will-keep-you-cozy-all-winter-long/ I’m 29 years old. It’s the last year of the seemingly longest decade of my entire life. I feel like I’ve been in my damn 20s for-f*cking-ever. Like, holy sh*t, my sweet kittens, this decade has been a deliriously long, massively crazy, gloriously f*cked up ride, hasn’t it? I don’t know about you, but my 20s have been nothing short of a beautiful mess. I can confidently say I had a good damn run. I’ve fallen in love, had my heart smashed into a trillion shards of shattered glass, done the drugs, stopped doing the drugs, kissed the boy, kissed the girl (which I’ve come to find I much prefer), drank the booze, torn the tights, smoked the cigarettes, quit the cigarettes, lived in the city, lived out of the city (aka parent’s house), made friends, lost friends, traveled the world, lived on pennies, wore the crop top, screwed up, f*cked up, lied, told the truth and suffered through endless meltdowns and life crises — all while looking fierce in my faux fur and mega platforms. One would think 29 is the year you calm down and prepare for 30. You slowly start to eat organic, get yourself into the habit of going to yoga (yawn) and digitally punch your plans into the “notes” section of your iPhone. I say screw that. I want to make the absolute most of the last year of the most tempestuous decade of my life. I’m not letting go of my 20s without a fight. Look, it’s not like I plan on having the fun come to a screeching halt when I turn 30. I’m not going to wake up the morning of my thirtieth birthday ready to trade in my sexy cut-out dresses and lace stockings for basic flats and Chico’s linen kaftans (vom). I’m not going to suddenly quit drinking liquor and stop writing about sex on the Internet. Nah, I plan on doing all of that for f*cking life, kittens (truth be told, I plan on getting even better at it with age). However, there are a few things I do want to get checked off my proverbial checklist before I enter this fresh, fierce new decade. I want to relish in the horribleness, the ratchet-ness and the sinfulness of my 20s for the rest of my twenty-ninth year. Because while the good times don’t end in your 30s (nor should they ever), a certain maturity takes place, a sense of calm and self-confidence thatpermeates throughout the decade of your 30s that is vastly missing from your 20s. And I must confess: I’m excited for the newness of 30. I can’t wait to be that sexy, pilates-bodied, 30-year-old woman who has her sh*t (more or less) together. I’m kind of looking forward to shopping at Whole Foods and having fresh flowers in my apartment. It’s fun to play grown-up. Which is why, before I kiss this era goodbye, I want to make sure I bask in all the crazy 20-year-old f*ck-ups and bullsh*t ONE LAST TIME: 1. Have a toxic, passionate love affair that consists of passionate fights and glorious bouts of make-up sex. 2. Live paycheck to f*cking paycheck. 3. Not feel an ounce of worry about living paycheck to f*cking paycheck. 4. Get at least one bad sunburn without stressing about the advent of wrinkles. 5. Miss a day of work because I’m throwing my guts up after a wild, salacious night out on the town. 6. Write as many melodramatic Facebook statuses as possible. 7. Buy as manycheap clothes from Forever 21 as my budget will allow. 8. Guiltlessly use Splenda. 9. Guiltlessly drink sugar-free Red Bull. 10. Guiltlessly live off cheap champagne and protein bars. 11. Get in a plethora of big, dramatic Facebook fights with my conservative, republican family members. 12. Interact with sh*tty club promoters. 13. Spend every Sunday for the next year having massive Sunday meltdowns that involve Netflix, tears and an existential crisis. 14. Get a facial piercing. 15. Dye my hair a non-natural color (like old school Kylie Jenner electric green perhaps?). 16. Escort all of my panicked girlfriends to Walgreens for fresh packs of “Plan B” after a hazy Friday night. 17. Wear as many torn tights as humanly possible. 18. Wear as many crop tops as humanly possible. 19. Show my goddamn bra strap as much as possible. 20. Stupidly mix all the wrong drinks on a night out: I will take a vodka soda, a beer, a glass of wine and a lemon drop shot — thankyouverymuch. 21. BURN THE CANDLE TOO BRIGHTLY AT BOTH ENDS. 22. Get that obnoxious Hello Kitty iPhone 6 case. 23. Shatter the glass of my iPhone and not replace the glass for at least six to 12 weeks. 24. Lose a really expensive designer purse at the club and ruin the night by making all of my friends look for it (only to find it’s draped behind a chair). 25. Ask my dad to make a doctor’s appointment for me. 26. Ask my dad for a “small business loan” (AKA new clothes from Topshop). 27. Take out a “small business loan” from the bank (AKA consciously overdraft my bank account). 28. Rock a really ratchet makeup trend like over-lining my lips or overly precise drag queen brows. 29. Shamelessly sleep in my makeup. 30. Shamelessly rock my makeup from the night before to work the next day. 31. Sport chipped nails. 32. Sport split ends. 33. Sport roots. 34. Buy a fake designer bag (before I treat myself to that yummy YSL clutch for my thirtieth). 35. Share a drunken cigarette outside a club with a stranger (even though I don’t smoke). 36. NOT worry about going to the dentist. 37. NOT worry about working out. 38. NOT worry about GMOs. 39. NOT worry about f*cking “yoga.” 40. Drink as much “well” liquor as I can stomach. 41. Read every sh*t tabloid possible. 42. Spend endless smug hours social media stalking girls I loathed from high school. 43. Spill red wine all over the white couch at a prissy little bitch’s “gathering.” 44. Invite a ton of people to a dinner party at my house and accidentally burn dinner, so we all end up ordering Chinese instead. 45. Starve myself for the entire day, and then eat an entire box of Lucky Charms at 3 am. 46. Break a stiletto and hobble around the city on a broken heel all night. 47. Have a pregnancy scare (almost impossible as I’m a lesbian, but I want to experience it). 48. I know I’m reaching high here, BUT I would love to be involved in a big Lindsay Lohan-esque media scandal. 49. Adorn my body in those glittery, trashy “flash” tattoos when it’s not even festival season. 50. Wear as much PacSun (especially the “Kendall and Kylie for PacSun ” line) as I possibly f*cking can. 51. Have a spray tan disaster. 52. Use old gloppy mascara way after the expiration date. 53. Get a questionable tattoo. 54. Befriend (and foster in my apartment) a questionable person. 55. Partake in questionable behavior after a questionable amount of shots. 56. Traipse around the city with a big stain on a pretty dress. 57. Cry my eyes out on public transportation. 58. Confess all of my stupid, mundane problems to my uber driver at 2 am. 59. Cancel as many plans as I possibly can at the very last minute. 60. Constantly question WHAT THE F*CK I’M DOING WITH MY LIFE. 61. And most of all: blame it at all on being “in my 20s.” Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/29/61-things-i-need-to-cross-off-my-bucket-list-before-i-turn-30/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/11/29/61-things-i-need-to-cross-off-my-bucket-list-before-i-turn-30/
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If you love having amazing backyard barbecues, then you probably have a smoker (or really want one).Unfortunately, these bad boys can run you anywhere from hundreds to thousands of dollars, so if you don’t have a lot of money to spend, it’s a pleasure that you’d normally have to do without. But did you know that you could make your own from a beer keg? Instructables user BennyOne sure did, because after finding an old, expired keg and bringing it home, he cut it up and turned it into an awesome electric smoker without having to weld anything! He first pounded a hole into one end to drain the remaining beer inside.
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Then he got straight to cutting the bottom portion off.He used a flapper wheel to smooth out the cuts and avoid creating extremely sharp edges.
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Next, he drilled holes into the bottom for the legs.Then he used nuts and bolts to attach them.The builder wanted the top part of the keg to fit onto the bottom with a small overlap, so he pounded the edge to create an outward curve.
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It turned out to be a perfect fit!But he wanted to make sure that the top wouldn’t fall too low or rest crookedly, so he divided and cut a piece of steel into sections.After bending those pieces into tabs, he sanded and painted each one.
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Once they were screwed in, the crafter realized that they worked really well for holding the top portion of the keg in place.For the heat source, he took apart an electric burner and attached the control knob through a hole in the drum.He also needed to drill holes in the center of the pan and the base so that he could string a power cord through.
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After drilling the last hole inside the bottom of the keg, he threaded the cord inside.Then he attached one wire to the control knob and into the inside of the burner before wrapping the wires with fiberglass.With the heat source finished, BennyOne decided to cut a hole in the side so he’d be able to grab the handle of the pan.Then it was time to test out the smoker with some hickory.Satisfied that everything was working, he took a piece of steel and hammered it into a curve that matched the keg wall.After painting the flap, he attached it with a hinge so it would open and close easily.To help the smoker accommodate two grills, he cut and sanded three pieces of steel piping before painting and screwing them in.The builder was worried about moisture running down the interior walls, so he took a portion of the piece he had cut out for pan access and bent it.Then he used it to cover the inside of the control knob and protect it from any wetness.He also covered it and the wiring with high-temperature metal tape for extra protection.After all of his hard work, the only thing left to do was buy a thermometer and test out the smoker.He placed some fresh salmon inside and cooked it for a couple of hours.Needless to say, it worked out deliciously.The best part is that any time he wants his own smoked meat, all he has to do is plug it in!He’s definitely going to have some amazing backyard barbecues with that masterpiece. If you’d love to try your hand at making a smoker, you can find the full instructions here.from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/11/29/he-turned-an-old-beer-keg-into-an-awesome-electric-smoker-i-need-this/ Summer ― the season of binge-drinking ― is upon us. And who is likely to be knocking back more than a few? Older women, according to a study by the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. More older American women are drinking — and drinking more heavily. The number of women over 60 who binge drink has been rising at a pace that rivals the sea-levels ― and exceeding the rate for older men. Researcher Rosalind Breslow of the NIAAA studied drinking patterns among 65,000 men and women 60 and older between 1997 and 2014. The percentage of women who binge-drink jumped almost 4 percent a year, while the proportion of men who did the same remained steady. There were still more binge-drinking men than women, though ― 1,700 women to more than 6,500 men. Binge drinking is a pattern of drinking that brings a person’s blood alcohol concentration (BAC) to 0.08 grams percent or above. This typically happens when men consume 5 or more drinks, and when women consume four or more drinks, in about 2 hours. A drink is 1.5 ounce of spirits, 5 ounces of wine, or 12 ounces of beer. The study authors speculated about the reasons for the increase and the usual suspects were rounded up: loneliness as women outlive their spouses, financial concerns in retirement based on limited career earnings, caregiving that fuels stress, and empty nest syndrome when children not only leave for college, but settle in other parts of the country for jobs. While valid, all those reasons relate to the roles women have traditionally played. Some even see the increase in drinking among women to be an offshoot of progress in other areas. Women born after World War II were more likely to go to college and join the workforce than before. Greater work opportunities of course means greater occupational stress ― and women may be looking at alcohol to relieve stress. Cardiovascular disease is now the number one cause of death among women. Or the push toward heavier drinking could be the result of this simple shift: As the stigma once attached to women’s drinking disappeared, more alcohol advertising was directed at them. Last year, The Washington Post took a look at how alcohol was being marketed to women, and noted that, “Instead of selling alcohol with sex and romance, these [social media] ads had an edgier theme: Harried mothers chugging wine to cope with everyday stress. Women embracing quart-sized bottles of whiskey, and bellying up to bars to knock back vodka shots with men.” The Post reported that this new kind of advertising made the association between women’s liberation and heavy drinking, and said it both heralded and promoted a profound cultural shift: “Women in America are drinking far more, and far more frequently, than their mothers or grandmothers did, and alcohol consumption is killing them in record numbers.” White women are particularly likely to drink dangerously, with more than 25 percent drinking multiple times a week and the share of binge drinking up 40 percent since 1997, according a Washington Post analysis of federal health data. In 2013, more than a million women of all races wound up in emergency rooms as a result of heavy drinking, “with women in middle age most likely to suffer severe intoxication,” the Post reported. Whatever is prompting the uptick in women’s binge drinking, the end result is that it’s not good for their health. Women have a higher blood alcohol concentration than men at any level of alcohol consumption, and are more likely to suffer the consequences of alcohol abuse. For example, the risk of alcohol-related liver diseases and memory loss is higher for women than for men, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Most health authorities recommend that women limit their alcohol consumption to seven drinks a week, with no more than three drinks at one sitting. The study results were reported online March 24, 2017, by Alcoholism: Clinical and Experimental Research. Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/28/the-face-of-binge-drinking-in-america-is-a-60-white-woman/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/11/28/the-face-of-binge-drinking-in-america-is-a-60-white-woman/ When you’re on a show called 16 and Pregnant, people are going to criticize you! Ever since she made her pregnant TV debut in 2009, Maci Bookout has received her fair share of social media hate, especially when it comes to her parenting skills! In her new book I Wasn’t Born Bulletproof: Lessons I’ve Learned (So You Don’t Have To), the 25-year-old She wrote:
In particular, she references a 2015 Instagram post (below) where some fans assumed she was drinking while breastfeeding!
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from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/11/28/maci-bookout-says-shes-been-mommy-shamed-since-giving-birth-on-16-and-pregnant/ I may have sweat through my shirt this morning on the way to work, but that doesnt mean the NFL season isnt already underway. Its mid-September, and following the conclusion of the San Francisco 49ers 28-0 beatdown of the Los Angeles Rams on Monday Night Football, Week 1 of this NFL season is officially in the books. Now, I dont know how you like to spend your Sundays during the NFL season, but for most games, I like to hunker down in my apartment with friends, drink a little, order Seamless and pray to every deity known to man the New York Giants find a way to pull out a win. This past Sunday, though, I gave into the allure that is going to a bar, eating too many wings, drinking too much beer and watching football all day. Let me be clear, I do not condone this sort of behavior on a weekly basis, but for Week 1, I thought it was more than appropriate. Immediately after walking into a crowded bar on the Upper West Side, I realized why I gave up the going-out-for-NFL-games tradition years ago. Despite the fact my friends and I had a reservation, we still had to wait for a table. The bar was crowded, loud, lacking in good TV coverage and filled with all manner of football fans. There were fans of seemingly every team in the league, as well as some folks who looked like theyd never watched a football game in their lives. Im going to go out on a limb here and say I wasnt the only one who encountered such fuckery during Week 1 of the NFL season. While youre still getting over that hangover, check out the 12 types of fans you definitely met at the bar during the first week of the NFL season. 1. The dude who wore a jersey over a polo shirt.I wish I didnt see this, but then I saw it again while watching the Steelers play the Redskins on Monday Night Football. Dont do this, ever. 2. The woman who sat in a booth by herself watching the US Open final.Look, I love tennis as much as the next person, but this lady was cheering for Stan Wawrinka harder than any NFL fan in the entire bar. I think that event mightve been better suited for viewing in the home. 3. The guy who had Deez Nuts taped over a name on the back of his jersey.Hey, why buy a new jersey just because the player whose jersey you bought signed with another team? Im really, really tired of seeing electrical tape on the back of sports jerseys. We dont even have to discuss the replacement name this dude went with. 4. The man who felt the need to high five everyone after every play, regardless of what happened.I was down with this dude in the first quarter, but by halftime, I was ready to try and move my seat. No more touching, bro. Lets just celebrate in our own personal space, OK? 5. The lady who couldnt figure out why the bar was so crowded on a Sunday.I bullshit you not. And to make matter worse, she kept asking out loud, like she actually wanted an answer. 6. The dude in a Bills jersey who was hammered before the 1 pmkickoffs and well after the 4 pm games ended.Stay classy, Buffalo. Bills Mafia for life. 7. The guy who clapped vigorously after every first down like he was cheering for his kid at the Olympics.Its a wonder this dude didnt run out of energy by the end of the third quarter. I guess buffalo wing sauce and Bud Lights will fuel you up just enough for a three-hour football game. 8. The woman who ordered numerous glasses of white wine.Look, Im not one of these drink-shamers. I think you should enjoy whatever alcoholic beverage floats your boat and makes you feel loved. But when it comes to football on Sunday, for the love of God, dont order white wine at the bar. Please. 9. The man who said he didnt want any wings but then eyed everyone else eating wings like a crack fiend.We all have that one friend. Friends dont let friends pretend to diet on NFL Sundays and then throw off the entire tables wing order. 10. The dude wearing a Giants hat that looked like it spent the last 50 years in a time capsule.Go to Dicks or Modells, or any other place of your choosing, and get yourself a hat from this decade, sir. Your retro hat isnt cool, it makes you look like you treat showering as more of a weekly option than a daily necessity. 11. The lady screaming at the top of her lungs every time the Cowboys completed a pass.We get it, youre rooting for the Cowboys. Hell, I think the Cowboys heard this woman all the way in Dallas. Didnt help em win, though. Out of respect for your fellow patrons, please try and cheer when, like, everyone else thinks its appropriate to do so. 12. The guy who looked like he was cheering for both teams, so you werent sure whichhe was actually a fan of.I dont know, man. If I cant tell which teamyoure rooting for at first glance, I dont trust you. You could be an inside man for ISIS for all I know. Heres to an action-packed Week 2! from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/11/28/12-types-of-fans-you-met-at-the-bar-during-the-first-week-of-the-nfl-season/ Our reporting shows the murder of 19-year-old Beau Solomon in Rome this week fits a disturbing pattern.”> ROME If the shocking death of 19-year-old American study-abroad student Beau Solomon after a night of partying in Rome sounds all-too-familiar, thats because it is. Solomon is the fifth American-born student to die in the last five years on the streets of Romes historical city center. Three, like Solomon, were robbed first. The others, including Andrew Keith Carr, 21, and Han Kwang Lee, 19, were not, but they perished after falling from bridges or high walls after a night out on the town. Countless others are regularly robbed, raped or attacked every year. And whos to blame? Apparently no one. Roman police say it is the fault of the foreign universities for not adequately warning students in study abroad programs about the perils of alcohol consumption or about those who prey on novice drinkers and foreigners abroad. The drunk American abroad is a well-known entity in Rome and in Florence, another popular destination for study abroad students where behaving badly is often part of the curriculum. Most locals dont even know what the legal drinking age is in Italy because it doesnt pose much of a problem, since the drink yourself to oblivion culture is not an Italian vice. For the record, the legal age to purchase wine and beer is 16; the legal age to purchase distilled drinks is 18, though ID checks are rare and it is certainly common to see even younger teens with their own glass of wine at a family meal in a restaurant. The problem is that American college kids who land in Rome often follow a lure that is dangled from day one of their arrival. Cocktail bars and social clubs use the enticement of a non-enforced drinking age and pretty people passing out flyers for cheap parties and pub crawls near campuses. They know that young Americans are especially good customers, and they suck them in with advertisements for nights like thirsty Thursday and Jagerbomb Wednesday. The Colosseum Pub Crawl is one of the citys most popular (and most notorious), and even features drunk Americans holding Old Glory in a Roman piazza on its Facebook page. Indeed, pub crawls are the most popular way to get smashed, consisting of someone with a bus driving kids who generally arent old enough to drink at home from bar to bar (to bar to bar) where they down shottinis (1 shots) and cocktails until they vomit or pass out. Last year, a young American woman woke up in a Roman hospital with a fractured spine from being sexually assaulted. The last thing she remembered was getting off the pub-crawl bus somewhere in Rome. And when Kwang Lees body was found on the banks of the Tiber in 2012, he still had his pub-crawl bracelet on his wrist from the night before. Ask almost any American expat in Rome, and they will tell at least one story about pouring a young, drunk American into a taxi or driving them home late at night in an attempt not only to save the students, but to save the reputation of the country. These Americans come here and get their first taste of freedom and go wild, a spokesperson with Romes police station told The Daily Beast. But the bars that continue to serve inebriated people as well as those who run the pub crawls all share the blame. The universities say its not up to them to teach college-aged students how to behave. Many of the programs in Rome are very strict and keep close tabs on their foreign students. Others say they do enough to keep the kids safe on campus, and it is instead up to the local authorities and the parents to keep them safe on the streets. The risk of warning students or their families about potential dangers could be that students wont come, despite the fact that there is no question whatsoever about the benefits of a study abroad program, especially in a place so culturally rich as Rome. But many calls to university programs in Rome for this article were met with apprehension about commenting and warning against focusing too much attention on just one death. Franco Pavoncello, president of John Cabot University, easily the most popular study abroad program in Rome, where quite unfortunately three of the latest American victims were enrolled, says its not the job of the university to babysit. Its not up to the president of John Cabot University to do an evaluation of the dangers of Romes nightlife, Pavoncello told the Associated Press. Its up to judicial authorities. Benjamin and Theresa Mogni might not agree. Their 20-year-old son Andrew came to John Cabot from the University of Iowa in 2015. On the day he arrived, he attended a dinner party until around 1 a.m. and then mysteriously fell off a high retaining wall down around 30 or 40 feet onto the Tiber riverbank. Like Solomon, he had also been robbed before he fell. He survived the fall and was airlifted to the United States and tragically died in Chicago three months later.
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Being an American there, you do stand out and you do become a target, Theresa Mogni told a local CBS affiliate in Chicago upon the news of Solomons death. And youve got to understand that and really protect yourself. Over-indulging aside, there is little doubt to anyone who lives in this city about the presence of predators lurking along the sidelines of almost any occasion to take advantage of all types of foreigners. Religious pilgrims get robbed on buses to the Vatican, young women are frequently drugged with date-rape pills, and young men, it would seem, get robbed and rolled on a regular basis. Everyone knows these thugs are out there, a bartender at the G-Bar in the Trastevere district, where Solomon had his last drink, told The Daily Beast as she delivered a sloppy tray of shottini to another group of Americans who had recently arrived in Rome. They usually have a girl that lures the boys away, and then their friends mug him. It happens a lot. When I asked the group of kids at the table she served if theyd heard about Solomon, most said that their parents had sent something about that but few knew any details, including the fact that they were sitting at the same bar where his fateful night began. Bad things happen everywhere, one girl said as she downed her potent shot. She didnt want to be named because she was only 17 and she didnt want her parents to read that she was out at a bar in Rome. I dont want them to worry. The dangers of liberal drinking and lawlessness are an open secret everyone seems to know about except, perhaps, the kids who become the victims. Fortunately, only a tiny fraction of the victims actually get killed. The rest either go back home to deal with the aftermath, or just get stitched up, call their banks for new credit cards and are back out at the bars soon after. The assailants are rarely caught, or, for that matter, even chased. In Mognis case, police didnt even launch an official investigation into the question of theft or murder for weeks after his accident. Instead they treated it as a mishap. His case is officially open in Rome, but no one is actively investigating and none of the possessions he had on him, including a gold cross, were ever recovered. In Solomons case, the theft trail is already cold despite the fact that whoever nabbed his credit cards was able to spend around $1,700 before his parents back home even knew he was missing. Worst of all, perhaps, is that it all happens in plain sight. Several witnesses have said that Solomon was robbed on the picturesque Ponte Sisto Bridge near the bar where he and his new classmates were enjoying the vibrant Roman nightlife. He then apparently chased the predator or predators down to what anyone in Rome would consider the wrong side of the Tiber River, where a lively drug trade thrives among the homeless tents and cardboard box shelters. In broad daylight, thugs are known to throw sticks into the spokes of passing bicycles to mug the riders when they fall; at night any number of crimes take place in the unlit overgrown shrubs where dozens of homeless people have set up encampments. It was there where Solomon reportedly stumbled onto the tent occupied by Massimo Galioto, a 41-year-old homeless man who was conveniently arrested for homicide shortly after Solomons swollen body was found a mile down the river four days after he disappeared. As a matter of strange coincidence, or not, Galioto was also questioned a few years ago about someone else who had fallen into the river near his perch, though he was never arrested. Because of a summer festival along the good side of the Tiber River across the water on the night Solomon died, there were ample surveillance cameras that caught at least part of the action, including the moment when Solomon fell into the water and his futile attempts to swim back to shore, though nothing has surfaced that shows the riverbank with the encampment or just how he fell in. Galiotos companion told local reporters that the two men tussled and that Solomon fell into the river and then she and Galioto went back to sleep. They began to argue, she said. They were pushing each other. Massimo pushed him, the boy pushed back, and then he fell in. Across the river, hundreds of Romans and tourists were still out sipping wine and enjoying a lovely evening under the stars. It all happened in plain sight with no one looking. The dark scene is reminiscent of what happened to John Durkin, another young American who was found dead in Rome after a night out in 2014. Durkins lifeless body was discovered in a train tunnel right next to the Vatican. An autopsy showed that he was likely dead before an early morning train sliced his legs off. He, too, had been robbed. He was also missing his shirt for reasons no one may ever know. And no one may ever be held accountable for his horrific death, either. Even though none of this debauchery and lawlessness is much of a secret for those of us who live in Rome, this dark side is clearly not something Americans are told about before they come to one of the most amazing cities on the planet. And even those of us who live here (many with our own teenagers who are potential targets) arent immune. The night my own nearly 17-year-old son went out to meet his friends in Trastevere after Solomons death, I made him read every single gory detail I could find about the case. Thats not going to happen to me, he said. Dont worry. Easier said than done. Instead, maybe its time to change something before another dead American or other foreign student ends up dead on the banks of the Tiber. Maybe its time to talk about whats really killing American students in Rome. Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/27/someone-is-targeting-american-students-abroad/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/someone-is-targeting-american-students-abroad/ |
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