Results tagged “drinking”

Savor that lager tonight and celebrate the Yuengling's two million-barrel production, which brings it closer than ever to beating Sam Adams. And since the big boys (think Anheuser-Busch and MillerCoors) have been bought out by overseas outfits, that would make Yuengling the best-selling American-owned brewery. Although we're big fan's of Sam's wheat beer, there's nothing quite like a locally-brewed bottle of lager to cleanse the palate and clear the mind. Of course, it also bears mentioning that many a blurry night of karaoke has come and gone, leaving only a crowd of empty lager bottles in its wake.

Red cups, ping-pong balls, an 8-foot long table and a couple of pitchers of your favorite throwaway beer made for a great night of drinking in college. Sooner or later (hopefully sooner) you graduated, maybe took that beer pong table with you and set up your new life as a functioning adult. Before too long, you probably glanced at that lonely-looking table in the corner of your living room or basement and thought that maybe, you had outgrown that favorite of collegiate activities. Eventually that table soaked in Coors Light, ramen noodles, fond memories (and maybe a little vomit) made its way to the garbage, never to be heard from again. Enter longtime friends Jerry Piscatelli, Sal Laudano and their brainchild, the Port-O-Pong.

We're really bad about using Amazon for everything, but we're going to try really really hard to be better. Losing Robin's made us die a little inside.

Happy birthday Andy Warhol!

Happy Portugal Day!

Some of you have work tomorrow. Others do not. To the former, our condolences. To the latter, our congratulations.

The Urban Dictionary has no shortage of definitions for the word "flaky". And this Phillyist has read them all. He feels painfully well-described by their variety and cold accuracy.

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Dear Mr. McNabb, My name is Stu Pidass, attorney and agent for Mr. William Hayes. I’m writing you today, on behalf of Mr. Hayes, for one reason and one reason only: to apologize. Mr. Hayes regrets that he cannot be the man to write this piece, but he has dispatched me in his stead because of three factors. First of all, he is physically incapable of admitting when he is wrong. Just ask his wife,...

Last Thursday's Happy Hour was fun. Lots and lots of fun. We loved meeting all of you who came. (If you didn't come, trust us: you were really missing out!) We also loved learning that some of you get just as hung up on manners as we do. Case in point: the discussion I had with several of you early in the evening about tipping during an open bar. General consensus: do it.

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Ah, Turkey Day. The official kick-off of six weeks of too much eating, too much drinking, and probably a little too much carousing. If you're like Phillyist, part of this weekend will be devoted to making sure all the Thanksgiving fixings are squared away in the pantry (or else, trying to find someone who will feed you that day). In the rush of the holidays, though, it's easy to forget those that can't stock up...

"Officers from the State Police Bureau of Liquor Control Enforcement in Philadelphia conducted a special underage drinking detail in the Lincoln Financial Field parking lot" before the Temple-Penn State football game Saturday and arrested 31 underage tailgaters, as well as one more for presenting false identification. City police were trying to break up a dispute between two rival groups of young men in Gray's Ferry Saturday night when the young men opened fire on...

If you were a cool girl, you had a crush on a New Kid. If you were a nerd girl, you had a crush on a graphic artist. Phillyist fell (who are we kidding, falls) into the latter category with a decidedly loud thud. So it is with the drooling affect of an oversexed pre-adolescent that we greet the news that Adrian Tomine, our very first comics crush, will be reading tonight at the Free...

This Phillyist started drinking coffee in college (we're just not all that precocious, what can we say). Those days, coffee consisted of a cuppa from the student center convenience store or, on good days, the spoils from a trip to Wawa. We're in danger of dating ourselves here, but a Starbucks didn't appear anywhere near campus until half-way through our tenure, and we didn't succumb to the green goddess's siren song with regularity until several years post-diploma. But now we're hooked; Wawa just doesn't offer mistos. Starbucks' brew tends toward the bitter side, but we can't stay away. Is there crack in that there coffee?

, which is what happened when we got an email from Amy Winehouse's spokesperson announcing that Amy Winehouse was cancelling her US tour due to 'exhaustion.'

All the way from Glasgow, UK, The Twilight Sad (myspace) bring their brand of loud guitar rock to Johnny Brenda’s tonight. With tracks like ‘Walking For Two Hours’ and ‘Talking With Fireworks/Here, It Never Snowed’ you’ll be taken down hallways hearing echoes of Explosions In The Sky and Mogwai (if either produced tracks with discernible lyrics).

What's new and/or interesting on TV this week.

booze. We're getting ahead of ourselves.

It's drawing close to the day when all Phillyists must decide what to do with a day off in the sweltering heat - the Fourth of July. Do we hang around the city, deal with the onslaught of tourists dressed up in their red, white and blue best to sit on the parkway and listen to Hall and Oates? Do we sit around drinking beer and grilling burgers and dogs? Do we venture into the suburbs to try to find some kind of quaint American celebration?

We secretly yearn for a few well-placed tattoos, but our status as a corporate drone prevents us. That, or we just don't have to stones to go through with it. So we love these clothes and shoes, which are emblazoned with tattoo-like art, offering the best of both worlds. A girl can never have too many pairs of Chucks, so we are thinking of adding this pair to our collection.

The best of the internet, squirted out in flavorful neon globules, just for you.

The Philly Orchestra is finally back in town. Hooray!

Seattlest has a talk with the photographer from last week's "Segway Mom" and then experiences some dissension in the ranks over the question of wine vs. beer. It's not West Side Story, but about as close as they'll get. They're also still waiting on some inbox relief after a spammer is arrested.

We all know the basic plot outline: it was prophesied that Oedipus would kill his father the king, and marry his mother, so he's taken away to be killed, but not actually killed. He's raised in another town but eventually returns to his homeland, where, unbeknownst to him at the time, the prophesy comes true.

It's gorgeous out and you don't have to work until Tuesday. It's time to "Lively up yourself and don't be no drag/Lively up yourself, cause this is the other bag."

A tall, icy glass of our favorite internet junk, just for you.

Tonight. 8 p.m. Damien Rice. Mann Music Center. Joygasm.

We all know where the quote comes from, and with a show going up that's centered around music of the Vietnam era, it seemed appropriate enough. Now, on with the listings!