"No. No. No." She says this sweetly. "He's the strongest person I've met in my life," she adds. "He's made of steel."

Sure.

A custom that I learned at a Derby party last year: Guzzle two juleps before the race, and then look up at the television and realize that the goddamn race ended 10 minutes ago.

Indeed, a classic foul in mixing Mint Juleps and Mojitos is to muddle the leaves into a bitter-ass mush.

I always found Balk to be creepier in the Waterboy:

That reminds me of how Little Richard preached that homosexuality was evil, despite that the original version of "Tutti Fruitti" has an ode to gay anal sex.

So much for the Ideology of Small Government and "Down with the Nanny State!"

My college gateway to the Magical World of Boozing. I dove into Magner's at a time when only a few Irish pubs carried it in SF.

Schott makes Sterling look like Mister Rogers, and much of her bullshit was on the record for everyone to hear.

"Are you mad at me? Are you mad at me?"

"Damnit!"

That reminds me of the old bumper sticker, "If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention." The catch is that many people are paying attention to atrocities and they are outraged, but there's really nothing they can do as average citizens to stop the atrocities.

The only segment I liked was when Bourdain hung out with Roy Choi, who seemed to be a cool guy to have a beer with.

When I read the headline, I first thought, "Aw c'mon, most of my Filipino uncles and cousins aren't angry - and many of them are WW2 refugees."

Choe has never impressed me. Anthony Bourdain's "Parts Unknown" show had a big segment on Choe and he came across as a LA douchebag who tried too hard to be eccentric for the camera.

Here's the famous ending for "The Long Good Friday." Hoskins tells more with his face than any dialogue.

Got a sore throat? Throat Coat will be your miracle*

That reminds me of punk legend Ian MacKaye's rant about "emo music" where he compared it to chai tea and said it's like "tea tea."

Never had chai? My Northern California Hippie self is clutching a hemp necklace.

I smuggled in Maker's Mark and Jager during a viewing of the first SATC movie - even my deep inebriation didn't prevent me from saying, "really?" when I saw that cliche camera shot of a bouquet falling on a dirty street to symbolize Lost, Heartbroken Love.

The "Moon Stage" music from the Duck Tales' Nintendo game hasn't left my head in ages. A band from my neck of the woods even covered it: