Articles tagged with bars:
So Cool It's Downright Chilly
The time, it seems, has nearly arrived. To cease looking back and instead peer forward into the shining, silver mists of the future. To turn not with fear but hope toward the coming twelve months, leaving behind the joys of last year in anticipation of 2012’s glories. Until, of course, the planet blows up. Or melts down. Or does whatever funky and not entirely pleasant thing it might do, proving that the Mayans didn’t just run out of space on their calendar but actually really knew their end-of-the-world shit.
SexyBack
Well, you know what they say: better late than never. And so, after a brief pause in GPB’s EPIC countdown of 2011’s Craziest Sexiest and Coolest adventures, we return with a truly scintillating look back at the past year’s sexiest. But before you go getting your panties all in a bunch, be aware sexy ‘round here doesn’t necessarily have to do with making whoppee. Sexy, at least on this here list, pertains to something not merely erotic but also exotic, something so massively pleasureable, so intensely yummy, that if I were a cat I would have bared my belly and purred.
Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
Ok, so admittedly it might have been a little much, even for me. My FIRST night in Slovenia and I find myself deep into the Green Fairy, surrounded by stunningly beautiful people with, in a David Lynchian-like detail, a small back and white Boston Terrier sporting a big red rubber ball in his mouth scampering around our feet.
Good Charlotte
Pirates and night swimming and dive bars and baby possums and muscle cars and manatees: Charlotte Harbor has it all – and a whole hecka lot more.
Go Pink Boots' Top Five Reasons Why I Wept When I Left Wyoming
Ok, so I’m still on my annual swing out west and thus do not currently have the time to pen a beautifully eloquent, deeply moving ode to Wyoming. That will come later, after I’ve made it home and slept for four days straight. In the meantime, here’s are the durn reasons why I cried like a little girl as my plane lifted off from Jackson Hole…
Honky Tonk Woman
Just how rowdy are Nashville’s bars? Enough so that I actually wondered aloud to one of my hosts: “I’m not sure I’m ready for those honky tonks.” To which she replied, grinning, “Jill, I’m not sure those honky tonks are ready for you.” Read on to find out who bested who…
Halloweenie
Yep, that’s me mauling Where’s Waldo while my buddy Mac looks on in fear and dismay as a giant penis dances behind him. A typical Halloween on Pittsburgh’s South Side? You make the call.
To Live And Dive In LA
Reputedly owned by the former madam of a Bangkok brothel, renowned for bartenders who terrify and abuse the ill-fated club rats who occasionally drift in, clueless, from West Hollywood, Smog Cutter was also once the hangout of LA’s most notorious writerly drunkard. How is it that I’ve lived my entire life up until now without ever setting pink-booted feet inside its glorious doors?
(Five) Things To Do In Denver Before You're Dead
Largely forgotten, Things to do in Denver When You’re Dead", was a 1995 crime film that I simply adored. But despite it’s large and magnificent cast, beautifully written screenplay and superior directing, it was not exactly a love sonnet to the Mile High City. Maybe if Jimmy the Saint, The Man with the Plan and Critical Bill hadn’t been so busy trying to kill each other, they could have taken time to enjoy Denver’s many cultural offerings.
Would You Like A Side Of Chicken Gizzards With That Martini?
The second installment in the continuing investigative series exposing the hell-raising ways of two women crossing three western states, much like Thelma and Louise. Only drunker and without guns.
