Along the lines of Smokey and the Bandit's bootlegging Coors down South, if you read some of Robert B. Parker's earlier Spenser mysteries there are occasional comments
from the hero about how happy he is when he can find a bar that sells Amstel.

Hadn't considered that; I could unlock my old Civic from down the block, but the Focus I drive now definitely needs more attention paid to it before it opens up to me.

That's not a bad idea; too bad the battery on my fob only has the strength to unlock my car door from about 3 feet away.

I hate to admit that Kobe will almost certainly pass Jordan on the career points list, but do you really think that does anything to his legacy one way or the other? It'll basically be the only measure he'll end up beating Jordan in (except maybe the dickishness).

I'm not necessarily a porter or a stout fan, but I cannot wait until IPA's stop becoming the beer that everyone wants to drink. I don't care for them, and the bar I've been frequenting recently seems to carry nothing but IPA's, a wheat beer or two, and PBR.

Polling places in Illinois were open at 6:00 a.m. yesterday, and Illinois had early voting. "Old white" people (at least those under 65) had jobs and families too, many of them without the support of nannies that you seem to think are so prevalent, and they managed to get out and vote.

I find that I end up looking at leftovers in the fridge until they start getting fuzzy and green.

Hey, I'm cool with the potluck thing. I have something similar going on a semi-regular basis with a social league volleyball team. I end up being more on Marie's side of the spectrum, but that's because I enjoy cooking but hate doing it for just myself.

Thanks. Now I don't have to point that out myself.

Not a baseball cap.

I'm been unattached a lot more than I've had an SO since college, and the only thing I can't do alone is go to an amusement park. My office gets tickets to the local Six Flags on a night when one of our vendors rents the place out, so the lines are ridiculously short, but if my friends can't make it, I just can't go.…

I think the only way for the microwave burritos to slide is if there's evidence of a meal gone horribly wrong or there was some sort of unexpected financial crisis. If gas station burritos were Plan A for dinner that night, then the whole meal swapping deal ends right there.

That devolved pretty quick since one of the couples has two guys.

+1 for the use of "knownst."

I'd have to go with the "klutz" interpretation here; it's pretty tough to have a pile of anything "laid out" on a grill. But the picture of his kitchen counter just covered in egg beaters is pretty appealing.

No. As much as I like Costner's movies, Wyatt Earp is not better than Tombstone.

And which runs the occasional "sponsored" post.

Good to know. Thanks.

Scratch the Wrigleyville location. They closed their doors for good at the end of September. Last time I was in the Clybourn spot, they still had machinery that at least looked like they could make beer there; guess that's just decoration now.

We're convicting a guy over things that are not true, based on evidence,"