This link has three things I love to do simultaneously.. Drink Spicy Cocktails in L.A. There really is nothing better than adding a little spice to something sweet. My wife and I have been hooked on Chili Chocolate ever since trying them at her folks’ house a few months ago. There is not enough that can be said about spicy chocolate. It’s fan-freakin-tastic. But back to spicy drinks.. Check out this great article in LA Weekly. Looks like I might have to add a few more things to this weekend’s Honeydew List.
[LA WEEKLY: Some Like it Hot: A Round-Up of L.A.'s Spiciest Cocktails + A Jalapeño Martini Recipe]
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Bullitt Bar in Orlando, FL
Although the Steve McQueen film “Bullitt” took place in the streets of San Francisco, and held one of the best car chase sequences you will ever see, this film-inspired bar is in Orlando, Florida. But McQueen would definitely feel at home here, as it is decorated with a real Harley-Davidson, bullet holes in the walls, and more action-packed features that would inspire the late actor’s love of motorcycles and race cars.
Classic Drunk: Peter Lawford
British-born Rat Pack member was most well-known for his film roles as WWII heroes. His puppy-dog eyes and thick eyebrows made him a ladies’ man, and his lust for life made him a celebrity, but he threw it all away for drugs and alcohol.
Peter Lawford was born to un-wed parents. This caused a scandal that drove the family to the United States, where they traveled constantly. Because of his family’s travels, Peter was never formally educated, and his lack of education was a sore subject. It contributed to his low self-esteem later on as a member of the Kennedy family (his brother-in-law was JFK), and throughout his adult life.
Injuring his arm in a childhood accident kept Peter from entering World War II, the greatest thing that could happen to his acting career. Hollywood was infatuated with heroic Englishmen, and as war movies were being churned out by the dozens, Peter Lawford was just what America was looking for.
Once he signed with MGM, his mother insisted that studio head Louis B. Mayer pay her a salary as Peter’s personal assistant. Mayer declined, so Mrs. Lawford responded by claiming her son to be homosexual and that he needed to be “supervised”. When Peter learned of his mother’s actions their relationship was never the same. Read more
Classic Drunk: Errol Flynn
as previously posted on Sweepea’s Lounge
A 6-foot, 2-inch tall Tasmanian devil of the new sound pictures in Hollywood, Flynn’s reputation as a troublemaker and a ladies’ man was well-earned. His roles in “Adventures of Robin Hood,” “Captain Blood,” and “Don Juan” quickly promoted his status as the Hollywood romeo.
He liked all the best things in life: sex, drinking, sex, boating, sex, fighting, and more sex. Oh yeah, and did we mention sex? When banned from drinking on a film set, Flynn injected oranges with vodka and would eat them during his breaks.
So publicized were his exploits that his off-screen life riveted fans more than his roles on-screen. Most notoriously, he was charged with statutory rape in 1942 but was acquitted — and the press coined the phrase “in like Flynn”. The incident did not tarnish his career; in fact, it served to increase his reputation as a ladies’ man.
He’s Chevy Chase and You’re Not: A Night with Community
Rushing from opposite sides of town to Beverly Hills after work, trying not to miss the 7pm start time, a time we usually are just getting out of work, my wife and I rushed through LA traffic, on our cell phones, trying to figure out where we could park our two cars and still be near each other for when the night ended. Finally getting to Melrose and La Cienega with fifteen minutes to spare, we got our tickets, hit the bathroom and grabbed some nice cheap BevHill drinks before the show. For her, a glass of Pinot Noir. Me, a Michelob. Both for the bargain price of $21 with tip. With drinks in hand, we made our way to our seats up in the balcony.
The night opened up with a clip of an interview with Chevy from the 70′s interview show “Inside The Comedy Mind” in which he declares he wouldn’t go back to television until his film career is waning. Yep, that was just about right. But thank god he ended up with these kids instead of most of the crap “comedies” on the tube these days. After the crap that we had to see him sink to in the years preceding “Community,” it’s so good to see him in his element again. Surrounded by talented funny people who push him to be creative again.
Date Night: Dinner & A Reading
Dinner and a movie. We’ve all done that hundreds of times, right? It’s an American institution. In New York, they have dinner and a show, but the choices are somewhat limited in the rest of the country. That is, everywhere but Los Angeles. And in the “Only in L.A.” category falls my dinner last night, but we’ll get to that in a second. First, a little background.
Last September, as my fiance and I were ramping up for our wedding, we went out for our last dating anniversary at a restaurant we’d wanted to try ever since seeing the head chef on Top Chef Masters. That chef was Suzanne Tracht and the restaurant was Jar. It was fantastic. Everything we ate that night was just crazy good and if the place wasn’t just a tad above our normal eating out budget, we’d be there every week. We did however, sign up to be on the mailing list.
Cut to 5 months later and we decided that instead of fighting all the crowds on Valentine’s Day, we’d wait a couple weeks and hit up Jar again. Come to find out it was also right around our three month wedding anniversary, it seemed perfect. (Yes, we’re big on anniversaries. Any excuse to go out to eat, really.) Read more
Canadian Women’s Hockey Team are Sorry Drunks
The men’s hockey team may have taken a beating from the American’s early on, but the women whooped some Yankee ass and then celebrated like a woman Canadian hockey player should, by drinking and smoking right on center ice. Let’s give it up for our cousins up north shall we?
Click here for an Amazing Slideshow of the celebration.
Alaskan Moose Is A Sorry Drunk
Tipsy moose beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Bull moose strung with lights and tipsy on crab apples
By JULIA O’MALLEY
jomalley@adn.com
What do you call a bull moose tangled in Christmas lights and drunk on fermented crab apples, standing glassy-eyed and dizzy in the front yard of a downtown bar?
Buzzwinkle?
But seriously, the juiced moose had certainly seen better days than Tuesday, when he became a bewildered tourist attraction, parked in the courtyard of Bernie’s Bungalow Lounge as shoppers clicked by with their Nordstrom bags.
“He just has this goofy look on his face,” said Rick Sinnott, a Fish and Game biologist who came to check on him and guessed he’d probably eaten too many crab apples from an old tree in Bernie’s yard.
“He’s either drunk or in gastric distress.”
Even before his crab-apple bender, the downtown moose was something of a seasonal celebrity, making the television news after he spent the weekend clumping along the avenues with his big rack, thrilling the holiday shopping throngs.
But Tuesday was a banner day for moose hijinks. It started when he stopped to nibble the trees in Town Square Park, which had recently been strung with expensive LED Christmas lights. They snagged in his antlers, and he seemed roped to a tree for a while, generating numerous calls to Sinnott’s office from passers-by. After some effort, the moose freed himself, but took the light string with him, dragging it through traffic.
Sinnott sees snagged moose all the time — Christmas lights, hammocks, swing sets. Usually the animal will pull itself free, though occasionally, for bad snarls, it will have to be drugged and untangled by biologists. Those tangled moose get tagged.
Buzzwinkle has one such tag, which means he’s a repeat offender.
After Town Square Park, the moose squeezed into the courtyard at Bernie’s, where he settled in a pile of crab apples and eventually assumed a disoriented stance, staring into space, snorting steam. What was on his moose mind? Was he dreaming of chewing spring buds or sleeping in the tall summer grass? Was he filled with crab-appletini regret? Hard to say.
“He’s just been in the same spot since I got here,” said Gina Senior, a bartender at Bernie’s. “He’s not really doing much except standing there.”
You can’t do much for a drunk moose except wait for him to sober up, Sinnott said. And he’s in a pretty good place — among Bernie’s fountains and yard sculptures, behind a hedge, safe from passing traffic.
Even Sinnott couldn’t resist the pull of a bad moose one-liner.
“These country moose can’t always hold their liquor,” he said.
A Couple Of Drunks or A Drunk Couple @ Feist & Spoon
Hit up Gibson Amphitheater last night with my very special lady friend/notgirlfriend (for now) to check out Feist and Spoon. I’ve now become part of the Crackberry nation through work which means I don’t carry around a celly with a camera anymore, so unfortunately no LouVisions of us having a great time.
Spoon was fun.. Take 1 part Elvis Costello and 1 part Billy Joel and a dash of John Lennon and, well, you’ve got a good party.. or you have Spoon. Their songs tend to sound the same, but they are still pretty enjoyable. It was good tunes to get our first drinks down. Her: Double Vodka Cranberry. Me: Double Tanqueray Rocks, (naturally).
Feist was amazing all around.. From her shadow dancing her way to the first song, to getting us to sing harmony, to orchestrating the complete digital lighting of the theatre with all our cell phones and lighters to the projected backdrop with finger painting or stencils or whatever was going on to my completely losing my shit to the third or fourth song to my UnGirlfriend’s calling out of “I Feel It All” moments before it began to the bottle of Merlot in a huge 7 Eleven type cup we drank to finally getting to rock out a bit to “1,2,3,4″ and “Mushaboom” live.. Just a amazing night all around.
You should’ve seen my face when I suddenly realized it was a Monday night and that instead of staying up late and lounging around my bed all day, we had to get up early and go to work today.. What a shame.
Oh well.. It was worth it.. Great night.
Mahalo,
Lou
Mickey Rourke Is A Sorry Scooter Driving Drunk
Actor Mickey Rourke Arrested In Miami Beach – Police Say He Was Driving Scooter Drunk
MIAMI BEACH, Fla. — Actor Mickey Rourke is in a Miami jail after being arrested for driving under the influence while riding a Vespa scooter erratically in Miami Beach.
Miami Beach police stopped Rourke at 4:11 a.m. on Washington Avenue after he made a U-turn on a red light then drove “weaving from the left lane to the right lane several times and then down the center of the roadway.”
The police officer stated that Rourke got off the 2007 green Vespa scooter after being stopped and stated, “What the (expletive) did I do?”
The officer said Rourke had a strong odor of alcohol on his breath. After failing a field sobriety test, Rourke was arrested on charges of driving under the influence.
“I’m not drunk. I didn’t even drink that much,” Rourke said.
The 53-year-old Rourke, who is listed as self-employed on the police report, has a residence in Miami Beach.
He remains in the Dade County Jail and his bond has been set at $1,000.
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