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juliaallison:

My darling college friend Alexander Marquardt is coming to visit me tomorrow!!  yay! (The above I took at CNN’s NY headquarters last February)

Alexander’s been a CNN political reporter for the past 10 months, covering the Presidential campaign all across the country (before that he was an anchor for Channel One).  We try to see each other whenever we’re in the same city - which is not often enough, given his crazy schedule (every week a different campaign bus, or so it seemed!)

I’m trying to get him to go to the Inaugural ball, but he may already be off to the Middle East by then.  He’s absolutely going to be the next Wolf Blitzer.

OHMYGODMARRYMERIGHTNOW.

peterwknox:

Last night I tried Budweiser’s new American Ale. Buying the six pack, I found myself really enjoying the classic matte packaging and feel of the brand. I had even higher hopes upon discovering the need for a bottom opener as Budweiser noticed the need to differentiate this from their usual domestic beer set.

And you could taste the different. It tasted heavy and strong - like a lager. It had the microbrewery uniqueness and packed a punch. American Ale takes the same feel of your regular Budweiser beer but dials it up a notch and finally produces a mass-market good tasting beer that stands alone.

All in all I was very impressed. Whereas Bud Light (like most lights) is beer + water, and Bud (heavy) is cheap + filling, American Ale is actually good and pleasant to drink. Consider it the next time as an option among Yuengling, Sam Adams, and Brooklyn Lager. I’d love to try a draught of the brand.

Preach it!  Whenever I hear/read great reviews of A-B beers outside of Saint Louis, I smile.  It’s the proud Missourian in me.  That being said, I still prefer BL Lime and Select to American Ale, and I will likely never feel at home in New York until most bars sell these brews.  C’est la vie beer.

via caro:shape + colour:notcot.

porco-voador.

Daily dose of Bale: “This weekend is coming fast” edition.

Grab that Bud Select and lace up your boogie shoes.  It’s time for a Saint Louis weekend, people!  Happy hour begins at five today and will take us to the Central West End for husband-hunting and free drink-bartering.  Tomorrow I get to “job hunt” until BNB breaks out of prison the office, at which point, “second verse, same as the first”: booze, boys, and bars.  As for Saturday, I forecast a bloody Mary-soaked brunch, shopping, sand volleyball, and frantic car chases from Clayton to Washington Avenue, as I, hell bent and determined to track down my much-too-old-for-me summer crush, attempt to comb through every bar in the greater metro area in search of his pretty face.  Consider this an open call for friends to find me: ALH, MPA, CLT, RT, and IDK who else.  You know my name; look up the number!

ineedtoo:kathlellen:dazzlingdelta:miltnr:fusioned:andrearosen:

Highlights, y’all.  Goofus may have been the asshole, but with whom would you want to sleep?  (Assuming they grew up in cartoon time.)  Answer: Not Gallant.

“Goofus takes Cary to a dive bar and then keeps her up all night makin’ whoopie in his parents’ basement.”

“Gallant brings Cary supermarket carnations and a Dave Matthews CD, then has her home by eleven because it’s a weeknight.”

“Goofus is a huge dick, but he also has a huge dick.”

“Gallant is a great, big, orange-sharing puss.”

onemoretimewithfeeling:chrisreinhard:taramichelle.

Daily dose of [animated] Bale.

Gratuitous Photo of Oneself Wednesday: Gateway City edition with my Midwestie Bestie BNB in the red dress.  Making the Chairman proud at Bar Louie, May 3, 2008.  Repeat performance kicks off tomorrow.

via mylifeinacube.  This took the words right outta my thought bubble.