Located right behind Nancy’s Bagel Grounds
I got got a behind-the-scenes peek of The Manhattan Project, a new bar opening in Clifton Saturday. It’s a mishmash of a sports bar and bourbon lounge. Very cool space, with a somewhat pricey menu. I dig the happy hours, though.
I felt like I had to acknowledge the turning of 40, although I wasn’t too supportive of it. Here are just a few thoughts I’ve had with all this newfound don’t-give-a-shitedness that came along with the number.
What’s worse … the results of next week’s election, or the impending onslaught of Christmas music?
Happy Halloween, I suppose. The fact that it falls on a Monday kinda takes the fun factor out of the equation, unless, of course, you have a child and will get to go around your neighborhood collecting candy.
I remember being so excited to collect my booty and then trade the valuable treasures with my brothers. I was willing to part with Three Musketeers, Milky Ways and Twizzlers for the prized Reece’s Cups. And for some reason my mom credited the dentist with, we had to finish all our candy within three days, or else it was thrown away.
Perhaps that’s the reason chocolate doesn’t hang around too long at my house.
Have fun, be safe, and if you’re over 21, you can come trick-or-treat at my house. I’ll pour you some bourbon.
Happy Birthday to Julia Roberts! 
I once went as a Golden Shower.
It’s Halloween weekend, so what are you going as? A slutty princess? Sporty Spice? Scary Spice? A pumpkin spice latte?
This year I find myself on the other end of costume contests — as a judge for The Back Door’s annual esteemed contest that awards $600 to the first place winner. That’s a lot of dough! If you’ve never been to the Back Door’s contest, it’s a feast for the eyes. People spend all year working on costumes and getups, and the best of the best usually enter.
It takes place Saturday, Oct. 29, at midnight.
See you there?
Beam me up, Scotty!
Looking out the window on this overcast day, my mind wandered back to a week ago, when I was in paradise at the Golden Nugget Casino in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Here’s a picture of the pool area, which had couches and chairs in the middle of the pool, along with a swim-up bar!
I spent most of my time at the blackjack table, mainly because I didn’t bring a swimsuit, but I did dip my feet into the pool while I sucked down a pina colada. There was also a lazy river next to the pool!
Damn. Take me back, please.
How much disappointment can one person take in a month?
I’m about to find out.
I’ve got a boy crush on Trey Zoeller.
Here’s a bonus post for you all.
Jefferson’s Reserve Bourbon founder Trey Zoeller* has come out with a new product that mingles bourbon with rum. It’s called Jefferson’s Reserve Old Rum Cask Finish, and it was quite tasty!
Here’s my story on it from Alcohol Professor, a decent website for all things booze.
*During a private press tasting with Zoeller, I found him to be quite charming in a Matthew McConaughey kind of way. He kinda made me swoon, or maybe that was the bourbon. If he needs a wife, this lesbian would like to apply.
My beloved Dana.
Sunday night’s episode of “The Walking Dead” was so horrible, terrifying, disturbing and unsettling, I had to take a Xanax afterward in order to sleep.
We lost two great characters, one who has been on the show from the very first season, in one of the most violent scenes I’ve ever witnessed. And no, it was not by the mouth of a zombie, but rather the hands of a human being wielding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.
However, these deaths still did not come close to the loss I felt when the evil writers of “The L Word” killed off my favorite character, Dana Fairbanks.
Dana trumps zombies in all cases.
