PUTTING A FINGER ON IT AT PB
26/04/07 14:38
By Brian Dunn
It was exactly two weeks to the day after St. Pattie’s Day that I began to wonder if the Luck o’ the Irish was all a big hoax. I had just dislocated and fractured my finger in a rugged, hard-core game of football. To be exact it was no-contact flag football and I had tripped over the opposing QB’s smoking hot girlfriend on the sidelines, but who’s keeping track? Under normal circumstances I could care less about the ER visit and the six weeks of recovery time. I even managed to meet a young cutie in the waiting room as I took in the final four games. However, this happened to be the weekend before the Imbiber had scored a couple of discounted rounds at Pebble Beach. I headed to the docs’ office two days later and asked him point blank if I could play golf in four days. He chuckled and spewed out a bunch of medical lingo. I interpreted what he said to mean “Sure go up there and give it hell.” With that strong vote of confidence The Imbiber, Moke and I packed up the car and started the five and a half hour trek towards the golf Mecca known as the Monterey Peninsula. We met Dan’s good buddy Nate on Friday and played a scenic Poppy Hills course. The beers were flowing as we all tried to iron the kinks out of our swings. After the round we enjoyed a nice dinner and some tasty bourbon at a fine seafood restaurant overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The long drive from LA and the threat of me whooping everyone’s ass in darts sent us back to the hotel early for a good night’s rest. Read More...
Our Very First "Guest Imbiber" Winner
13/12/06 22:40
"Credit Card Roulette"
by David D. Mockus
Three summers ago more than forty friends, past and present, flew into Chicago from all over the country to root for our beloved Philadelphia Phillies against the Chicago Cubs at Wrigley Field. Me and five of my buddies from college arrived a day before the series and began to reminisce and laugh like old times over a nice dinner at the famous Gibson's Steak House. After putting our names in at the host stand we proceeded to the bar where we each ordered dirty vodka martinis. Moments after toasting what would turn out to be one of the most amazing weekends any of us have ever had, we were called to our table.
Greg Lewis, part owner of the New York meatpacking district's latest hot spot, Honey (www.honeyny.com), started us off by ordering a colossal seafood sampler for the table along with three mid priced bottles of wine. We each ordered another drink on top of the wine and if memory serves, after those bottles were opened and tested, each of us had three drinks a piece in front of our plates: the martinis we were finishing from the bar, an Anchor Steam draft we ordered to wash down the seafood appetizer and the freshly poured glasses of wine breathing and awaiting our approval. Read More...