Here i am trying to barrel through my post-partyin’ depression with a scoop.
A ragga shot from the juiced-box should help: Delly Ranks & Chino – Redbull and Guinness
[Press 'Play' to Ragga out]
Many news sources reported yesterday that Wismond Exantus, a 24-year-old Haitian cashier in a hotel convenience store, survived 11 days buried under the rubble of the Hotel Napoli. His secret to survival? Within arm’s reach of where he lay was a stash of cola, junk food and…Guinness. i know your average news outlets are only peddling ‘beer’, but i have it on good authority (a television news broadcast here in Yemen) that the beer of choice was Guinness.
Here then, is my tribute to this nectar of the Irish Gods.
Like a battered drinker or a punch drunk boxer, i am here for another round.
For those of you who don’t know me, i’m a semi-professional writer on the rocks and a non-practicing alcoholic (if after 30 years of practicing, you still can't do something well, it's best to just give it up). For those of you who do know me, thanks for stopping by anyway and where’s the ten bucks you owe me?
Welcome to my Bar None. A hole in the wall where we can hang out and trade the kind of stories you swap only when you’ve had one too many and either can’t find your way home or are afraid to. Hell, it’s cheaper than therapy and plus the pictures are prettier. Here we’ll crack open bottles and jokes and ‘last call’ are the only dirty words you’ll never hear.
Pull up a stool and make yourselves at home.
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One of the saddest things for me about being gluten-intolerant and (almost) totally T is the loss of the beloved Guinness stout. I did like me some Guinness! *sigh*
Here’s an imaginary toast to Wismond Exantus and his remarkable survival! And here’s one for Guinness, too, for making it possible.
January 26th, 2010 at 8:30 am
One of the saddest things for me about being gluten-intolerant and (almost) totally T is the loss of the beloved Guinness stout. I did like me some Guinness! *sigh*
Here’s an imaginary toast to Wismond Exantus and his remarkable survival! And here’s one for Guinness, too, for making it possible.
Live long and prosper, Wismond Exantus!!
January 26th, 2010 at 5:36 pm
No more Star Trek for you, Babe!
Tell you what, though, i’ll drink a toast to the day they find medicine that will cure gluten intolerance…how’s that?
Love love love,
Al K Hall
January 27th, 2010 at 6:27 am
As we say around here, Guiness… it’s not a drink, it’s a meal.
Looks like he agreed.
January 27th, 2010 at 6:07 pm
A sandwich is a sandwich but a Guinness is a meal…
Al K Hall