The night becomes fuzzy and I black out once again. You would think by 24 I would know the fine line between sober and blackout, but I haven’t figured that out yet. … Wake up and remember nothing about the night. I think I brought someone home though not really sure because he’s not there in the morning. I almost want to ask my doorman if I came home alone last night, but I make the executive decision not to.
— The Ex-Banker Living on Alcohol, Hookups, and Unemployment — New York Magazine
i hate when sunday mornings people recount each drink they had to you as if it’s interesting—‘so i had three shots, two screwdrivers, five beers….’ it always takes them a long time to remember, is never interesting, and is always annoying
You can do it in 35 states — you can pretty much do it anywhere in the wine-producing world — but you cannot do it in New York. Do what? Stop at the grocery store to pick up a loaf of bread, some cheese and a bottle of wine.
— New York Considers Selling Wine in Supermarkets - NYTimes.com
A Croatian man says he’s in perfect health - after drinking nothing but Coca-Cola for more than 40 years. … I never drink anything else,” he said. “My mother isn’t here to tell me not to drink anymore but I’m not even tempted to quit coke for alcohol. Coke is my drug now, and I’ll drink it till I die.
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If you forget your flask and you meet some new people at the bar, try the “Oh my God, I just lost my job!” sob story. It will guarantee you a free drink if you say it with the right amount of patheticness.
— Freakoutnomics: A Guide to Your Recession-Weekend Oblivion
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