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Ginger Ale

We were at the Toronado (where else!) one night a month or so ago when in walk three overdressed not-from-the-neighborhood girls looking very fancy. They stop behind us and peer up at the board which lists all of the beers and start whispering to one another, trying to figure out what they could possibly order. One of them notices the list of non-alcoholic beverages written on the chalkboard behind the bar and says to her friends, “OOooo, ginger beer…what’s that?” “I don’t know, I don’t know!” the others say, perplexed. She then asks the bartender, who tells her it’s sort of like ginger ALE, kind of like SODA. “OOooo, there’s no alcohol in it?” she says. “Noooo, you notice how it’s on the list of NON-alcoholic beverages…” the bartender says. “Oh! Tee hee!” they say, “we NEED alcohol!” Gag, I say.

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.


Archived Smirk

I just got a pair of nerd glasses to match my geeky-ass personality. They really are kinda nerdy! They're black and really stand out on my face. (Now all I need is a piece of white tape –haw haw!&#41 Not only are they unique, but they were also 50% off. The downside to new glasses, though, is that on the first day you wear them everyone for some reason has to ask "are those new glasses?" and then proceed to study your face, making you feel all self conscious. (gosh, are they that ugly?&#41 As a special Smirk Bonus, I feel the need to mention that the TV show "Working" makes me smirk, nay laugh out loud every time I watch it. Once again, though, there is a downside, for in preparation for next season they have fired all of the women on the show and hired Debi Mazar. (???&#41 *Sigh* At least I still have Fred Savage.

Posted in Smirks.


How

Topic #6
How the heck can you stick that thing in your mouth?

 

Avery

Janet

If I had a dime for every person who asked me that question, I'd have enough to buy a carton of cigarettes. For you non smokers out there, that's about $30 for the cigarettes that I normally smoke.
So, all of you gutter-minds out there who thought that this was going to be about something kinky… sorry to disappoint you. My only oral fixation is tobacco.

You see, I love tobacco. I smoke cigars, I smoke a pipe, and I also smoke cigarettes.

As much as I love tobacco, I am extremely selective about what I will smoke. Take the cigarettes that I smoke.Usually, it's Nat Sherman cigarettes, because they are all natural. Sometimes it's Export A or Gitanes. Never Marlboro, Camel, Winston or any of the other mass produced addiction sticks out there.

Now, don't get me wrong… I know that cigarettes are unhealthy. I know that they stink. I also know that since I smoke about a pack a month, the damage that I am doing to myself is relatively minor.

I am an asthmatic. Due to the cardio exercise that I do as part of by boxing training, my asthma has become clinically non-existent. The smoking has never touched off an asthma attack for me. I take my vitamins and anti-oxidants. I know I am increasing my risk of cancer. However, I have done my research (primarily the British Journal of Medicine, as it has the most fair-handed research&#41… and an occasional smoker only increases his/her chance of cancer by a small percentage. It's a calculated risk, but the time I spend with with a cigar, pipe or even a cigarette is worth the risk to me.

Like I said, I'm a smoker, not an addict.

You see, I don't think that I could get addicted to cigarettes. It's not because of any self-righteous "mind over matter" bullshit. The reason that I can't get addicted to cigarettes is because I couldn't afford the addiction. I smoke Nat Sherman cigarettes: $4.25 per pack (also, the cigars I smoke are $7-10 each&#41. If I was addicted to Nat Shermans, figuring the average addict smokes 2 packs a day, that's 60 packs per month. If the average pack (bought in bulk&#41 is $4.00, that's $240 per month. Sorry, I prefer spending under $20 per month on my tobacco.

So, why do I smoke? Because I like it… that's the same reason that I drink scotch and why I work on this website, and why I do everything in life.

Life is way too short not to enjoy every minute that we have left. So, put that in your pipe and smoke it!

I remember birthday parties and other family gatherings in the 1970's — everybody smoked…and in the house! Nobody worried about smelling up the drapes. We made ashtrays in kindergarten for Father's Day. When we spent part of summer vacation at our grandparents house on Cape Cod, my sister and I would often have to fetch my grandpa his ashtray, the ashtray made up of a round piece of silver with two pelicans standing on it. I always found it fascinating that the pelicans' beaks were the part of the ashtray that was supposed to hold the cigarettes.

All of this smoking clouding up my childhood, and yet I didn't even try a cigarette until a year ago. I was such a goody two shoes in high school that I couldn't even hold a cigarette for one of those girls who smoked in the bathroom while she tied her shoe. So there I was in 1997, going to bars and feeling like I was missing something. Everyone had a cigarette, it seemed. You just needed something to do with your hands for all that time.

My first pack of cigarettes were unfiltered Gitanes, and still ever the awkward smoker, I was paranoid that I was doing it wrong. So much so that I didn't even want to smoke in public for the longest time because I thought I looked like I was faking it. After I finally started ignoring my paranoia attacks, our friend Toshi looked at me smoking one night and immediately laughed and called me a poser, accusing me of not really inhaling. He could tell, or so he says, by the color of the smoke when I exhaled. I pouted. Told you I was doing it wrong. (I've practiced since then, and I'm happy to say that I don't do it wrong anymore!&#41

That first pack of Gitanes lasted me for about a year. I have been surrounded by smoke and smokers all of my life, and let me tell you, that clinging smell of stale smoke on my just-washed jeans the morning after still repulses me. But I smoke, nevertheless! Hmmm…what a contradiction. I smoke socially (read: once a week or less&#41, but I don't crave cigarettes in the meantime. I'm not addicted to them. According to our vice-free (ha!&#41 government, I should be addicted right about now, and well on the road to lung cancer.

Well, listen to this, US anti-smoking campaign! As of the last time I saw him, my father was smoking, like, 2 or 3 packs a day! He wouldn't buy one carton at a time, he would buy 3 or 4! Guess what? He doesn't have cancer! He doesn't have cancer and I'm not addicted to nicotine. So where do we fit into the statistics? 

Posted in Topics of the Week (1990s).


Evil Doers Party

This Saturday, Janet and I have been invited to what is surely to be the party-to-end-all-parties. Now, Janet and I aren't really party people… but Marcus' parties are the stuff that legends are made of. So, you must be thinking… what the heck is there to scowl about?
Here's the problem: the party is the annual Evil Doers Party. To get in, one needs to dress up as your favorite evil doer. Janet and I now have less than 4 days to come up with brilliant costumes. It's funny… the pressure to come up with something even vaguely interesting has become a real challenge. So, if any of you can come up with an idea for us, it would really get us off of the hook, post it on the message boards. Pleeeeeeeeease?

Posted in Scowls.


Archived Smirk

Ok, why is it that most of the best websites are either from San Francisco or Canada? I was surfing around and came upon a site, www.drue.com (check the links page for more info&#41. I read it. I loved it…even the cracks about Marketing slime like me :&#41 So, I email the URL to Janet and tell her to take a look. So, I'm searching around and being nosy, when I link over to her resume. Where is she from? You guessed it… San Francisco.  What a small freaking world. Ok. back to writing the Topic of the Week entry.

Posted in Smirks.


Underberg

How many Underbergs can someone drink in a night?

Last night was spent at the Toronado. Robert and Ian were on shift… it’s great when the two of them are on shift together, because they have that same scowly attitude that Janet and I have. So, we got into the bar at 9… and it only took 15 minutes or so until seats opened up. It’s funny, but when you spend enough time at a bar, you really end up with your seats. Our seats are at the end of the bar… it gives us a great view of all of the taps, and it allows us to talk to the bouncer. It’s one thing if the seats are occupied by other regulars… but last night, the seats were taken by some tourists. It’s funny… Robert gave us this “they’re on their last beer… just hang by the seats and they’ll leave” look. He was right… we had the seats before we got halfway through our first drinks. Our drinks, as always at the Toronado, were beers. Janet stuck with German Weissbeers (including an extremely tasty Schneider Weisse), while I jumped around between some American and some German beers.

Of course beer (and sausage from Rosamunde next door) isn’t the only thing that we drank at the Toronado; as is tradition, we had Underberg as well. Usually we have 2 Underbergs at the most on any given night. Last night we went through 4 of them. Underberg, if you have never tried it, is a bitter… with anise and cinnamon flavors. It helps to settle the stomach… and having an Underberg with the bartenders is part of the ritual of being a barfly at the Toronado.

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.