The 12 Most Important Drinks of the Day
From Modern Drunkard Magazine
1. The Eye Opener- Rehumanize Yourself! Good morning! How’s your head? What’s that? You’d like it surgically removed and replaced with a beach ball? No need to go to extremes, chum. You are only a couple Eye Openers away from feeling very nearly human again. Whether it’s a Bloody Mary, a Zombie, or that half-finished nightcap seething on the coffee table, the first will make quick work of that nasty hangover and the second serves as an excellent breakfast.
Or you may wake up feeling, well, okay. It happens, I’m sure. Still, a nice cocktail might be just the thing to put a happier face on the long horrific ordeal of workaday drudgery awaiting your prompt arrival.
2. The Mid-Morning Nip - In Werewolf Country, Always Pack Silver Bullets! Your eyes fully opened, you plow into your morning labors. Oh, what fun. But alas, after about an hour that hangover starts clawing its way out of its shallow grave. Should have tamped the soil with a third Eye Opener, eh? Luckily you keep a handful of airplane bottles at the bottom your lower right hand drawer (Don’t you? Shouldn’t you?). A shooter of vodka poured into a bottle of Snapple from the vending machine and the beast is back-peddling like a recently re-elected senator. One or two of these clandestine cocktails and you’ll find yourself in a rather social mood. Perhaps a quick chat with the boss about that richly-deserved pay hike would be in order. Go get him, Tiger!
3. The Lunchtime Lubricant - A Salute From Atop the Hump! Whew! You made it. Lunch was made for the martini (you may opt for a healthful beer). The Three Martini Lunch is a grand American tradition and who are you to defy tradition? This happy trio of gin stems will surely make the rest of the workday seem an amusing jaunt.
4. The Low-Tide Tipple - Succor for the Stranded! Or so you thought. I mean, honestly, is that fucking clock moving backwards? Two hours in and your fine lunchtime glow has receded, leaving you mired in the mid-afternoon muck of low tide. You are now faced with the cruelest hours of all, the Sahara Desert Death March between three o’clock and clocking out. I’ve found you can jazz up these dour hours by e-mailing insults and invitations to your drinking comrades. Organizing the after-work drinking session can be as difficult as any actual labor, so another vodka/vending machine combo is an appropriate reward for your hard work.
5. The Happy Hour Hammer - Smash Those Chains! The first drink after work is a lovingly planted flag demarcating the line between labor and leisure. It could be a double bourbon to jolt you out of that harness, or a tall ice-cold cocktail to soothe your jangled nerves. The second Happy Hour Hammer is a tool of vengeance. The Goliath that is your job bullied and belittled you all goddamn day, and now it’s payback time. David got it done all by himself and with a single stone, but let’s face it: the kid got lucky. Best to gang up on the big bastard. Lucky for you The Happy Hour Hammer travels in pairs, if not packs. They’re easy on the prole’s pocketbook and notorious rabble-rousers, encouraging you to speak all sorts of treason against the source of your paycheck. It’s insurrection in a glass. When you’ve tired of kicking the giant’s corpse around, you will, once again, regain your status as a self-determinate human being, as opposed to just another insignificant cog in the big ugly machine.
6. The Sundowner - Cocktail at the Crossroads! The sweet golden light of Happy Hour has faded, prices have fluttered back up to their lofty perches, and there you teeter, balancing this fateful drink in your hands. Apollo is creeping behind the skyline, it is that twilight period the French call entre chien et le loup (between dog and wolf.) Happy Hour is the end of the journey for the dogs; it is the bridge to new adventures for the wolves. You are left with a singular question: is it time to shag it home like a good dog, or range into the night like a wild beast?
7. The Gateway Chug - Passkey to the Night! You might be a lot of things, but you sure as hell ain’t no goddamn dog. The Gateway Chug affirms this, it is the drink that celebrates and solidifies the fact that you’ve decided to make a night of it. You’ve crossed the rummy Rubicon and there’s no going back, at least not until the bouncer says so.
8. The Communal Cup - Good Times with the Tribe! This gregarious glass usually comes over the bar as a member of a large round. You feel a powerful bond with everyone around you, friends and strangers alike. You feel as if everyone in the joint is marching beneath a splendid banner toward some vague but magnificent goal. You just know you’re going to make it all the way, and you’re going to win when you get there. Win what? Who the hell knows? You’re just going to, that’s all. Downing the Communal Cup is probably the closest you’ll ever get to feeling a genuine bond with that shockingly dysfunctional family known as humanity.
9. The Surfboard of Euphoria - Top of the World, Ma! Midway through this drink that certain feeling arrives. The raucously buzzing room closes in around you and you feel that incomparably perfect sense of euphoria. All is right with the world. You are at that ultimate peak, riding the wave, and you can see all the way to Paradise. If only you could stay right there. If only.
10. The Velvet Hammer - Oblivion’s Gentle Shove! You’ve been lining them up, you’ve been knocking them down, and the light inside has grown so bright it’s beginning to blind you. You order this nice fat double (by now singles seem like a silly waste of time) and halfway through it you feel that soft thump to the side of your head. You fall in slow motion over the precipice into sweet madness and suddenly you’re slurring like a sailor, laughing like a lunatic and everything and every one seems perfectly hilarious.
11. One for the Ditch - The Long Kiss Goodbye! Last call has been called, and it seems absolutely essential you have one more — one more time around the wildly spinning carousel, one more chance to snatch at that brass ring. It’s like pouring kerosine into Hell at this point, but so what? They love the stuff down there and—hey, leggo! Can’t a man finish his damn drink?
12. The Night Cap - Saluting the Sandman! My God! Is that really the time? And what are these people doing in your living room, drinking your good liquor? You have to be at work in—fuck, you don’t even want to think about that. This drink serves not only to tuck you into bed (if you make it to your bed), it is the last hurrah until your fates falls back into the hands of the Man. So pour it strong (you will anyway) and don’t worry about finishing it (you won’t).
—Frank Kelly Rich
Monday, December 17, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Christmas Lights
Christmas Lights was a great time! A group of 16 Suds members and friends enjoyed margaritas and yummy eats at Blue Agave. Several of us finished out the night dancing to music of the 70's and 80's at the Hangge Uppe club. Only 1 accident in the nasty ice and since I was not driving but rather trying to walk on the side walk at the time, it was not too bad!
Monday, November 19, 2007
The 25th Annual Millard Fillmore Weekend!
SUDS Social Club Presents:
The 25th Annual Millard Fillmore Weekend (we think it's 25th)
It’s that time, again… time to sign-up for our annual sojourn to Baraboo, Wisconsin.
It’s time to begin preparing your body for the 48 hours of endless eating, drinking, swimming, skiing, sleeping,gambling, more eating, more drinking and maybe no sleeping to which we have all become accustomed during the past 20+ trips. But, as always, this trip will be the best. As we did last year, we will be serving a few hundred hot dogs and numerous snacky-snacks in the Bob Miller Memorial Snack Area (located by the pool) on Friday night.
For those of you that cannot remember (because some of us are getting old…or sober), here’s what you can expect.
We’ll stay at The Mayflower Hotel II in the Wisconsin Dells. Be prepared to take advantage of the indoor pool, hot tub, sauna and game rooms that we’ll keep open until 1:00 am (or later) on Friday and Saturday nights. As in previous years, we’ll host a hospitality suite in the pool area. Of course, it will be stocked with a few kegs-o-beer, soda, wine, snacky-snacks (giddy-up!!!) AND FROZEN ADULT BEVERAGES (they don’t make slurpees like these at 7-11).
Once again, we’ll patronize The Big Country Colossal Breakfast Buffet (4 minutes from the hotel), offering a smorgasbord of beverages and breakfast treats.
Dinner on Saturday evening will again be at Wally’s House of Embers (across the street from the hotel - www.houseofembers.com). You will have a choice of prime rib or a combo BBQ ribs / roasted chicken dinner served with a salad, baked potato and a hot fudge sundae for dessert. A child menu is also available.
As always, the price of the trip includes your hotel room on Friday and Saturday, a ski lift ticket for Saturday, breakfast on Saturday and Sunday, dinner Saturday evening and your beer/wine/soda/FROZEN BEVERAGES on Friday and Saturday nights.
Did I mention you can ski at Cascade Mountain (lift ticket valid from 9:00am –
10:00pm Saturday is included in the package price) and/or gamble at the 24-hour gaming, liquor-serving ‘til 2:00am Ho-Chunk casino (about a 20 minute drive from the hotel)?
Dates:
January 25-27, 2008
NOTE: This is the bye weekend between the NFL Division Championship games and the Super Bowl
Check your inbox or mailbox for payment flier grids and start counting down the days!
The 25th Annual Millard Fillmore Weekend (we think it's 25th)
It’s that time, again… time to sign-up for our annual sojourn to Baraboo, Wisconsin.
It’s time to begin preparing your body for the 48 hours of endless eating, drinking, swimming, skiing, sleeping,gambling, more eating, more drinking and maybe no sleeping to which we have all become accustomed during the past 20+ trips. But, as always, this trip will be the best. As we did last year, we will be serving a few hundred hot dogs and numerous snacky-snacks in the Bob Miller Memorial Snack Area (located by the pool) on Friday night.
For those of you that cannot remember (because some of us are getting old…or sober), here’s what you can expect.
We’ll stay at The Mayflower Hotel II in the Wisconsin Dells. Be prepared to take advantage of the indoor pool, hot tub, sauna and game rooms that we’ll keep open until 1:00 am (or later) on Friday and Saturday nights. As in previous years, we’ll host a hospitality suite in the pool area. Of course, it will be stocked with a few kegs-o-beer, soda, wine, snacky-snacks (giddy-up!!!) AND FROZEN ADULT BEVERAGES (they don’t make slurpees like these at 7-11).
Once again, we’ll patronize The Big Country Colossal Breakfast Buffet (4 minutes from the hotel), offering a smorgasbord of beverages and breakfast treats.
Dinner on Saturday evening will again be at Wally’s House of Embers (across the street from the hotel - www.houseofembers.com). You will have a choice of prime rib or a combo BBQ ribs / roasted chicken dinner served with a salad, baked potato and a hot fudge sundae for dessert. A child menu is also available.
As always, the price of the trip includes your hotel room on Friday and Saturday, a ski lift ticket for Saturday, breakfast on Saturday and Sunday, dinner Saturday evening and your beer/wine/soda/FROZEN BEVERAGES on Friday and Saturday nights.
Did I mention you can ski at Cascade Mountain (lift ticket valid from 9:00am –
10:00pm Saturday is included in the package price) and/or gamble at the 24-hour gaming, liquor-serving ‘til 2:00am Ho-Chunk casino (about a 20 minute drive from the hotel)?
Dates:
January 25-27, 2008
NOTE: This is the bye weekend between the NFL Division Championship games and the Super Bowl
Check your inbox or mailbox for payment flier grids and start counting down the days!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Christmas Lights!
Suds Annual-ish Christmas Lights Tour will take place on Saturday, December 8, 2007.
Same as the last few times: Dinner at Blue Agave at 7:00, wander as we choose after, even if it is just to wander to another bar or to our cars to go home. A good time is typically had by all who can remember.
Please RSVP to sudsski@gmail.com before December 1. Hope to see you then!
Oh, and for those who wonder:
Yes, there was talk of a party, but since it is such a busy time of year for everyone it seemed as if there might not be enough interest. So, just planning a dinner made sense.
Same as the last few times: Dinner at Blue Agave at 7:00, wander as we choose after, even if it is just to wander to another bar or to our cars to go home. A good time is typically had by all who can remember.
Please RSVP to sudsski@gmail.com before December 1. Hope to see you then!
Oh, and for those who wonder:
Yes, there was talk of a party, but since it is such a busy time of year for everyone it seemed as if there might not be enough interest. So, just planning a dinner made sense.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Millard Fillmore Help Topics for November
As the next Millard Fillmore trip approaches (less than 3 months) I started thinking, how could the Brewhaha help Suds members? The result of that thinking is the Millard Fillmore Help Topics. Each month I will bring you some sort of assistance to improve and extend your Millard Fillmore weekend.
This months topic: So you don't ski:
There is still plenty to do in The Dells. Even in January!
* You can lounge around the pool.
* You can enjoy one of the worlds greatest bloody mary's at the Ho-Chunk Casino.
* If the bloody mary is not your bag you can have a Strohs beer and while playing roulette or in the off track betting area of the Ho-Chunk!
* One of my favorite spots is the Forevertron. Some call it a garbage sculpture, I call it genius!
* I have never been to the Circus World Museum but rumor has it that it is a great place to confront one's coulrophobia.
* A winter sport that does not involve strapping your feet to wooden planks. What is Snow-tubing?
* I love this place! Moose Jaw is a good spot for lunch and a better spot for beer. I recommend the Milk Stout, or if your interested in trying a few get the sampler. They give you about 5 oz of each beer on tap for under $10.
* No trip to Wisconsin is complete without a Cow Pie.
* Finally, if you want to pretend that it is not the middle of winter, I hear that Marley's has a nice Jamaican Breeze year round.
This months topic: So you don't ski:
There is still plenty to do in The Dells. Even in January!
* You can lounge around the pool.
* You can enjoy one of the worlds greatest bloody mary's at the Ho-Chunk Casino.
* If the bloody mary is not your bag you can have a Strohs beer and while playing roulette or in the off track betting area of the Ho-Chunk!
* One of my favorite spots is the Forevertron. Some call it a garbage sculpture, I call it genius!
* I have never been to the Circus World Museum but rumor has it that it is a great place to confront one's coulrophobia.
* A winter sport that does not involve strapping your feet to wooden planks. What is Snow-tubing?
* I love this place! Moose Jaw is a good spot for lunch and a better spot for beer. I recommend the Milk Stout, or if your interested in trying a few get the sampler. They give you about 5 oz of each beer on tap for under $10.
* No trip to Wisconsin is complete without a Cow Pie.
* Finally, if you want to pretend that it is not the middle of winter, I hear that Marley's has a nice Jamaican Breeze year round.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
October Meeting Notes
In attendance:
Melissa
Ray
John
Rene
President's Report - None
VP's Report - None
Treasurer's Report - None
Secretary's Report - No report, 1 request. I need a .jpeg (or other electronic file) of the Suds Logo.
Trip Committee Report:
- Rene is working on and will have a new flier before the next meeting.
- Al visited the hotel. The are under new ownership, but same management. He reserved our dates.
- John is checking rates and will advise of the price before the next meeting.
- Pricing structure may change. The member discount ($5) is not enough incentive to become a member. So we may change the discount to $10 or $15. More discussion is needed.
Events:
- Zoo Stagger was a success! Many Huzzas were said in Melissa's honor. A check will be issued to reimburse her for the expenses.
- Many options have been discussed for a Christmas Party. It has finally been decided that a dinner party, someplace in the suburbs will be best. Rene will be contacting restaurants and getting something set up before the next meeting.
Membership:
- We have 1 new member, Welcome Dave!
Melissa
Ray
John
Rene
President's Report - None
VP's Report - None
Treasurer's Report - None
Secretary's Report - No report, 1 request. I need a .jpeg (or other electronic file) of the Suds Logo.
Trip Committee Report:
- Rene is working on and will have a new flier before the next meeting.
- Al visited the hotel. The are under new ownership, but same management. He reserved our dates.
- John is checking rates and will advise of the price before the next meeting.
- Pricing structure may change. The member discount ($5) is not enough incentive to become a member. So we may change the discount to $10 or $15. More discussion is needed.
Events:
- Zoo Stagger was a success! Many Huzzas were said in Melissa's honor. A check will be issued to reimburse her for the expenses.
- Many options have been discussed for a Christmas Party. It has finally been decided that a dinner party, someplace in the suburbs will be best. Rene will be contacting restaurants and getting something set up before the next meeting.
Membership:
- We have 1 new member, Welcome Dave!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Zoo Stagger!
Congratulations to Melissa on reviving the zoo stagger! It appears that a good time was had by all!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Millard Fillmore Help Topics for October
As the next Millard Fillmore trip approches (less than 4 months) I started thinking, how could the Brewhaha help Suds members? The result of that thinking is the Millard Fillmore Help Topics. Each month I will bring you some sort of assistance to improve and extend your Millard Fillmore weekend.
The Out of Office Assistant
We will all come up with a way to get out of the office early that Friday afternoon. It seems necessary to include a great out of office reply so that our coworkers, customers, suppliers and what-have-you all know that we are not getting back to them till Monday. Or perhaps Tuesday! (as usual I have stolen the following, this time from an anonymous source)
I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.
You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.
Sorry to have missed you, but I am at the doctor's having my brain and heart removed so I can be promoted to our management team.
I will be unable to delete all the unread, worthless emails you send me until I return from vacation. Please be patient and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.
Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been charged $5.99 for the first 10 words and $1.99 for each additional word in your message.
The e-mail server is unable to verify your server connection and is unable to deliver this message. Please restart your computer and try sending again. (The beauty of this is that when you return, you can see how many in-duh-viduals did this over and over.)
Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system. You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks.
Hi, I'm thinking about what you've just sent me. Please wait by your PC for my response.
I've run away to join a different circus.
I will be out of the office for the next 2 weeks for medical reasons. When I return, please refer to me as 'Loretta' instead of 'Steve'
The Out of Office Assistant
We will all come up with a way to get out of the office early that Friday afternoon. It seems necessary to include a great out of office reply so that our coworkers, customers, suppliers and what-have-you all know that we are not getting back to them till Monday. Or perhaps Tuesday! (as usual I have stolen the following, this time from an anonymous source)
I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.
You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.
Sorry to have missed you, but I am at the doctor's having my brain and heart removed so I can be promoted to our management team.
I will be unable to delete all the unread, worthless emails you send me until I return from vacation. Please be patient and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.
Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been charged $5.99 for the first 10 words and $1.99 for each additional word in your message.
The e-mail server is unable to verify your server connection and is unable to deliver this message. Please restart your computer and try sending again. (The beauty of this is that when you return, you can see how many in-duh-viduals did this over and over.)
Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system. You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks.
Hi, I'm thinking about what you've just sent me. Please wait by your PC for my response.
I've run away to join a different circus.
I will be out of the office for the next 2 weeks for medical reasons. When I return, please refer to me as 'Loretta' instead of 'Steve'
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Meeting Notes September 2007
President's Report - None
Vice President's Report - None
Secretary's Report - None
Treasurer's Report - Not Present
Newsletter Editor's Report - There was one.
Trip Report - Dates will be January 25-27. Al is going to be in Wisconsin later this week and will stop by the hotel to make sure everything is going to be the same for next year. Also, John shared a joke that his daughter, whom he is quite proud of, came up with on her own. She said to her brother, "You stink. Where did you get your pants, Fart City?" It was agreed that he should be very proud and the phrase "Fart City" will be repeated.
Events Report - There was discussion for a movie party at Hollywood Blvd in December. Due to some time and date concerns we came up with an alternate of having a party in a hall.
The details of the Hollywood Blvd Party: Rent the theater from 10:00 am till 1:00 and watch a holiday themed movie of our choice. They begin serving alcohol at noon, cash bar. We would have a nice buffet of sandwiches, pizza and snacks. In order for this to work we would need a minimum of 50 people (which could include non members)
The details of a Holiday Party: We would rent a hall, John would bring his projector to view movies. We would either have food catered or have an international Christmas potluck. The club would provide beer and wine, perhaps "Christmas Margaritas" in the frozen drink machine.
These are basic outlines for December events that we will choose between, discuss and begin planning of at the next meeting.
Zoo Stagger - Melissa will publish official information soon. It is going to take place on Saturday, October 13. We will gather at Al Chopp's home (less than two miles from the zoo) at about 11:30 am, cookout, have some beers, and head to the zoo around 2:00. Nonmembers may participate in the cookout for a $5 contribution. All food and beverage at the cookout will be provided by the club. Admission to the zoo, food and beverage at the zoo is on an individual basis. It will occur rain or shine.
Membership Report - No new members.
Ski Racing Report - And the winner is... Beetlebaum!!!
Old Business - None
New Business - None
(this is about when Roberts Rules of Order show up)
Motion to adjourn - John
Seconded - Joel
Meeting adjourned.
Vice President's Report - None
Secretary's Report - None
Treasurer's Report - Not Present
Newsletter Editor's Report - There was one.
Trip Report - Dates will be January 25-27. Al is going to be in Wisconsin later this week and will stop by the hotel to make sure everything is going to be the same for next year. Also, John shared a joke that his daughter, whom he is quite proud of, came up with on her own. She said to her brother, "You stink. Where did you get your pants, Fart City?" It was agreed that he should be very proud and the phrase "Fart City" will be repeated.
Events Report - There was discussion for a movie party at Hollywood Blvd in December. Due to some time and date concerns we came up with an alternate of having a party in a hall.
The details of the Hollywood Blvd Party: Rent the theater from 10:00 am till 1:00 and watch a holiday themed movie of our choice. They begin serving alcohol at noon, cash bar. We would have a nice buffet of sandwiches, pizza and snacks. In order for this to work we would need a minimum of 50 people (which could include non members)
The details of a Holiday Party: We would rent a hall, John would bring his projector to view movies. We would either have food catered or have an international Christmas potluck. The club would provide beer and wine, perhaps "Christmas Margaritas" in the frozen drink machine.
These are basic outlines for December events that we will choose between, discuss and begin planning of at the next meeting.
Zoo Stagger - Melissa will publish official information soon. It is going to take place on Saturday, October 13. We will gather at Al Chopp's home (less than two miles from the zoo) at about 11:30 am, cookout, have some beers, and head to the zoo around 2:00. Nonmembers may participate in the cookout for a $5 contribution. All food and beverage at the cookout will be provided by the club. Admission to the zoo, food and beverage at the zoo is on an individual basis. It will occur rain or shine.
Membership Report - No new members.
Ski Racing Report - And the winner is... Beetlebaum!!!
Old Business - None
New Business - None
(this is about when Roberts Rules of Order show up)
Motion to adjourn - John
Seconded - Joel
Meeting adjourned.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Millard Fillmore Help Topics for September
As the next Millard Fillmore trip approches (less than 5 months) I started thinking, how could the Brewhaha help Suds members? The result of that thinking is the Millard Fillmore Help Topics. Each month I will bring you some sort of assistance to improve and extend your Millard Fillmore weekend.
Doctor's Note
Leaving work early for Millard Fillmore is not just a nice idea, it is nessesary! If you don't think taking off early is going to be an option, and you don't want to waste a vacation day, the Brewhaha can help! Just print and cut out the doctor's note below. To make it extra easy I have even included "Mads Libs" style help!
1. Your Name
2. Adjective
3. Bodily Function
4. Body Part
5. Bodily Function
6. Caring Gesture
Dr. Millard Fillmore, MD
13 Pesidential Way, Summer Hill, NY
555.709.1850
555.404.1853
To Whom it May Concern,
1.__________________________ is under my care for 2._______________________ 3._________________________iosis. Please excuse this person from their work for the entire day on Friday. If the 4.___________________________ operation goes smoothly I expect that they should be able to return to work on Monday. Of course, if things do not go well and another 5.____________________ occurs then they will need to stay home one more day.
Thank you for your 6.________________________.
Please feel free to call my office with any questions.
Dr Millard Fillmore, MD
Doctor's Note
Leaving work early for Millard Fillmore is not just a nice idea, it is nessesary! If you don't think taking off early is going to be an option, and you don't want to waste a vacation day, the Brewhaha can help! Just print and cut out the doctor's note below. To make it extra easy I have even included "Mads Libs" style help!
1. Your Name
2. Adjective
3. Bodily Function
4. Body Part
5. Bodily Function
6. Caring Gesture
Dr. Millard Fillmore, MD
13 Pesidential Way, Summer Hill, NY
555.709.1850
555.404.1853
To Whom it May Concern,
1.__________________________ is under my care for 2._______________________ 3._________________________iosis. Please excuse this person from their work for the entire day on Friday. If the 4.___________________________ operation goes smoothly I expect that they should be able to return to work on Monday. Of course, if things do not go well and another 5.____________________ occurs then they will need to stay home one more day.
Thank you for your 6.________________________.
Please feel free to call my office with any questions.
Dr Millard Fillmore, MD
Friday, August 17, 2007
No Beer No Peace
Borrowed from Modern Drunkard Magazine
Chicago, circa 1850, was a rough-and-tumble city crouching by the chilly, windy waters of Lake Michigan, a final outpost on the edges of the great western frontier. An argument can be made as to which was more hazardous — the city or the frontier.
The city’s population numbered some 80,000 souls, with newcomers arriving daily, most looking for work in the burgeoning stockyards or on the lake-front docks. The poor and working classes outnumbered the moneyed elite by almost five to one. Saloons, beer gardens, and taverns outnumbered other businesses two to one, and churches almost fifteen to one. The good people of Chicago liked to drink.
Crime, especially burglary and vice, was epidemic, a fact which disturbed many citizens, especially the upper crust. Chicago’s constabulary, believe it or not, was comprised of a whopping nine men, so little could be done to curb the city’s increasingly chaotic tendencies. The situation came to a head in 1855, and Chicago empowered its first official Police Department. A noted volunteer fireman and occasional private detective named Cyrus P. Bradley was appointed Chief of Police. He reported directly to the newly-elected mayor, Dr. Levi D. Boone, who, in addition to being Daniel Boone’s grand-nephew, was an important member of an up-and-coming political party called the Native Americans, or Know-Nothings. Generally speaking, the Know-Nothings were in favor of civic order and “traditional American values,” while being vehemently anti-foreigner, anti-Catholic, and anti-alcohol.
When Mayor Boone and his lackeys set out to restore order, they beganby asking themselves a question. Why was Chicago such a dangerous vice-sodden cesspool? Well, answered the Native Americans, two factors lurked at the center of the issue. One, there were too many foreigners in the city, particularly on the North Side, which was populated almost exclusively by Germans; and two, there was too much liquor, especially beer—beer brewed, as it happened, by those same treacherous, non-English-speaking Germans. So, you want to rid the Windy City of crime? All you gotta do is get rid of the beer and the Germans. And while you’re at it, you might consider doing something about those Irishmen and Scandinavians hanging around.
Chicago’s German citizens were a standoffish, almost tribal lot. They maintained their own schools and churches, sanctioned their own quasi-legal law enforcement agents, published their own German-language newspapers, and stubbornly refused to learn English. To make matters worse, they operated dozens of breweries and literally hundreds of taverns and beer halls, which made them quite popular among local and national liquor interests. Before gaining its reputation as a vital hub of shipping and agricultural commerce, Chicago was, first and foremost, a beer town. A German beer town. The nativist Know-Nothings didn’t like that one bit.
Mayor Boone had been in office for all of about fifteen seconds when he went to the City Council and suggested that liquor license fees should be increased from 50 dollars a year to 300, and that the terms of each license would last only three months instead of the usual year. The Council passed both measures with the speed and alacrity common among lickspittles. Mayor Boone then ordered Police Chief Bradley to immediately begin enforcing an existing statute ordering all taverns and beer gardens to close on Sundays. (The blue law had been on the books for 12 years, but enforcement had been, for beer enthusiasts, blessedly lax.) And so, energized by a sense of mission, and some spiffy new uniforms, officers from Chicago’s new PD fanned out through the city intent upon showing tavern-owners and other dangerous nogoodniks the exact definition of the word “compulsory.”
Problems were evident from the outset. The cops hit joints on the North Side—German Town—like swarms of aggravated bees, closing doors and issuing enough tickets to throw a fair-sized ticker-tape parade. They also targeted Chicago’s central neighborhoods, where Irish-owned establishments received the same treatment. On the South Side, however, where “Americans” lived, taverns and other businesses serving alcohol were allowed to continue operating on Sundays using their rear and alley doors.
Mayor Boone, a strict prohibitionist, believed that a nationwide ban on hooch was imminent, and stated that the Sunday raids and licensing-fee increases were intended to “root out all the lower classes of dives, and leave the businesses in the hands of the better class of saloon-keepers, who, when the temperance law should go into force, could be rationally dealt with.”
For the ultra-conservative, xenophobic Know-Nothings, the phrase “lower classes” was shorthand for German, Irish, and Scandinavian immigrants in particular, and drunkards in general. Someone should’ve informed Mayor Boone that these were proud people, and that it would take a lot more than his signature on a piece of paper to make them roll over and play nice.
Tavern keepers, brewers and concerned citizens gathered to express their outrage over being persecuted. Many German and Irish beer joints adamantly refused to close on Sundays and, when faced with Boone’s contemptible license-fee hikes, simply continued operating without them. Over 200 men and women were arrested, but when it dawned on Boone and other city officials that so large a number of cases, each requiring a separate trial, would bung-up Chicago’s courts for years, they sought a compromise. The lawyer for the accused protestors met with the City Attorney, and they decided to conduct a single test case, the outcome of which would apply to all 200 defendants. The trial was scheduled for April 21, 1855, and would be presided over by respected Police Magistrate Henry L. Rucker.
Rucker had barely settled into his chair before the proceedings were interrupted by a roar of angry voices outside the court house. A reporter named John J. Flinn was on hand and described what happened next.
“The…saloon-keepers had collected their friends on the North Side, and, preceded by a fife and drum, the mob, about 500 strong, had marched in solid phalanx upon the justice shop, as many as could entering the sacred precincts. After making themselves understood that the decision of the court must be in their favor if the town didn’t want a taste of war, they retired and formed at the intersection of Clark and Randolph, and held possession of these thoroughfares to the exclusion of all traffic. The uproar was deafening.”
The unrest lasted about a half-hour before Mayor Boone ordered Captain of Police Luther Nichols to disperse the protestors. Nichols, joined by 20 officers armed with cudgels, attacked the mob, beating them savagely and hauling nine away to jail. The demonstrators retreated back to their North Side stronghold, bloodied but not beaten.
The trial finally got underway. Meanwhile, on the North Side, the Germans and their allies summoned additional bodies to their cause and began planning another assault on the courthouse. Upon learning of the German’s intentions, Mayor Boone called in every police officer in the city and pressed into service an additional 150 emergency deputies.
Around four o’clock that afternoon, the crowd of protestors, now numbering more than a thousand, marched down Clark Street, armed with shotguns, knives, clubs and assorted kitchen implements. They were met by a solid line of 200 lawmen blocking off street access to the court house. A yell arose from the German contingent—“Kill the police!”—and the two armies went for each other. The battle lasted well over an hour before the protestors fled North and the cops retreated South. Surprisingly, only a single death resulted from the action—a German named Peter Martin, who was cut down by a shotgun blast.
Realizing he had underestimated the protestors’ willingness to fight, Mayor Boone summoned two companies of the Illinois state militia, complete with artillery, to guard against further violence. The test trial was abandoned, and those arrested were freed on bail. An uneasy peace settled on the city, and it was decided that Boone’s prohibitionist statutes would be put to a city-wide vote at a special election to be held on the first Monday in June, 1855.
In the weeks leading up to the vote, temperance advocates arrived in Chicago from all over the country. They cooked up anti-alcohol newsletters and canvassed the length and breadth of the city decrying the evils of liquor, wine, and beer. They invaded saloons and hassled the peaceful patrons therein. They marched in solemn processions, and warbled depressing hymns, smugly confident that the coming vote would be a crippling body-blow against Demon Rum.
Oh, how wrong they were.
It’s estimated that nearly 75 percent of all Chicagoans showed up at the polls—the heaviest turnout in Illinois history. The people turned out, and they were heard.
The prohibitionist statutes lost by more than 15,000 votes—a shattering, crushing defeat for the forces of temperance. Beer halls all over town stayed open until dawn and, come the following Sunday, opened early to serve a thirsty, thankful populace.
American Prohibition didn’t spring to life, fully-formed and ready to rumble, like Athena from Zeus’ head, on that dark day in 1919. No, fanatical dries tried—and failed—many times before seeing the Volstead Act signed into law. The Chicago Beer Riot was one of their more spectacular failures. In 1855, prohibitionists went toe-to-toe, both physically and in the courts, with brewers and drunkards, and were thoroughly Whack-A-Moled. We can, and should, learn from this bit of our exciting drunken history.
Cheers. —Richard English
(Note: the Author is indebted to the works of Herbert Asbury; as well as the editors of the Encyclopedia of Chicago, and Gregg Smith at BeerHistory.com
Chicago, circa 1850, was a rough-and-tumble city crouching by the chilly, windy waters of Lake Michigan, a final outpost on the edges of the great western frontier. An argument can be made as to which was more hazardous — the city or the frontier.
The city’s population numbered some 80,000 souls, with newcomers arriving daily, most looking for work in the burgeoning stockyards or on the lake-front docks. The poor and working classes outnumbered the moneyed elite by almost five to one. Saloons, beer gardens, and taverns outnumbered other businesses two to one, and churches almost fifteen to one. The good people of Chicago liked to drink.
Crime, especially burglary and vice, was epidemic, a fact which disturbed many citizens, especially the upper crust. Chicago’s constabulary, believe it or not, was comprised of a whopping nine men, so little could be done to curb the city’s increasingly chaotic tendencies. The situation came to a head in 1855, and Chicago empowered its first official Police Department. A noted volunteer fireman and occasional private detective named Cyrus P. Bradley was appointed Chief of Police. He reported directly to the newly-elected mayor, Dr. Levi D. Boone, who, in addition to being Daniel Boone’s grand-nephew, was an important member of an up-and-coming political party called the Native Americans, or Know-Nothings. Generally speaking, the Know-Nothings were in favor of civic order and “traditional American values,” while being vehemently anti-foreigner, anti-Catholic, and anti-alcohol.
When Mayor Boone and his lackeys set out to restore order, they beganby asking themselves a question. Why was Chicago such a dangerous vice-sodden cesspool? Well, answered the Native Americans, two factors lurked at the center of the issue. One, there were too many foreigners in the city, particularly on the North Side, which was populated almost exclusively by Germans; and two, there was too much liquor, especially beer—beer brewed, as it happened, by those same treacherous, non-English-speaking Germans. So, you want to rid the Windy City of crime? All you gotta do is get rid of the beer and the Germans. And while you’re at it, you might consider doing something about those Irishmen and Scandinavians hanging around.
Chicago’s German citizens were a standoffish, almost tribal lot. They maintained their own schools and churches, sanctioned their own quasi-legal law enforcement agents, published their own German-language newspapers, and stubbornly refused to learn English. To make matters worse, they operated dozens of breweries and literally hundreds of taverns and beer halls, which made them quite popular among local and national liquor interests. Before gaining its reputation as a vital hub of shipping and agricultural commerce, Chicago was, first and foremost, a beer town. A German beer town. The nativist Know-Nothings didn’t like that one bit.
Mayor Boone had been in office for all of about fifteen seconds when he went to the City Council and suggested that liquor license fees should be increased from 50 dollars a year to 300, and that the terms of each license would last only three months instead of the usual year. The Council passed both measures with the speed and alacrity common among lickspittles. Mayor Boone then ordered Police Chief Bradley to immediately begin enforcing an existing statute ordering all taverns and beer gardens to close on Sundays. (The blue law had been on the books for 12 years, but enforcement had been, for beer enthusiasts, blessedly lax.) And so, energized by a sense of mission, and some spiffy new uniforms, officers from Chicago’s new PD fanned out through the city intent upon showing tavern-owners and other dangerous nogoodniks the exact definition of the word “compulsory.”
Problems were evident from the outset. The cops hit joints on the North Side—German Town—like swarms of aggravated bees, closing doors and issuing enough tickets to throw a fair-sized ticker-tape parade. They also targeted Chicago’s central neighborhoods, where Irish-owned establishments received the same treatment. On the South Side, however, where “Americans” lived, taverns and other businesses serving alcohol were allowed to continue operating on Sundays using their rear and alley doors.
Mayor Boone, a strict prohibitionist, believed that a nationwide ban on hooch was imminent, and stated that the Sunday raids and licensing-fee increases were intended to “root out all the lower classes of dives, and leave the businesses in the hands of the better class of saloon-keepers, who, when the temperance law should go into force, could be rationally dealt with.”
For the ultra-conservative, xenophobic Know-Nothings, the phrase “lower classes” was shorthand for German, Irish, and Scandinavian immigrants in particular, and drunkards in general. Someone should’ve informed Mayor Boone that these were proud people, and that it would take a lot more than his signature on a piece of paper to make them roll over and play nice.
Tavern keepers, brewers and concerned citizens gathered to express their outrage over being persecuted. Many German and Irish beer joints adamantly refused to close on Sundays and, when faced with Boone’s contemptible license-fee hikes, simply continued operating without them. Over 200 men and women were arrested, but when it dawned on Boone and other city officials that so large a number of cases, each requiring a separate trial, would bung-up Chicago’s courts for years, they sought a compromise. The lawyer for the accused protestors met with the City Attorney, and they decided to conduct a single test case, the outcome of which would apply to all 200 defendants. The trial was scheduled for April 21, 1855, and would be presided over by respected Police Magistrate Henry L. Rucker.
Rucker had barely settled into his chair before the proceedings were interrupted by a roar of angry voices outside the court house. A reporter named John J. Flinn was on hand and described what happened next.
“The…saloon-keepers had collected their friends on the North Side, and, preceded by a fife and drum, the mob, about 500 strong, had marched in solid phalanx upon the justice shop, as many as could entering the sacred precincts. After making themselves understood that the decision of the court must be in their favor if the town didn’t want a taste of war, they retired and formed at the intersection of Clark and Randolph, and held possession of these thoroughfares to the exclusion of all traffic. The uproar was deafening.”
The unrest lasted about a half-hour before Mayor Boone ordered Captain of Police Luther Nichols to disperse the protestors. Nichols, joined by 20 officers armed with cudgels, attacked the mob, beating them savagely and hauling nine away to jail. The demonstrators retreated back to their North Side stronghold, bloodied but not beaten.
The trial finally got underway. Meanwhile, on the North Side, the Germans and their allies summoned additional bodies to their cause and began planning another assault on the courthouse. Upon learning of the German’s intentions, Mayor Boone called in every police officer in the city and pressed into service an additional 150 emergency deputies.
Around four o’clock that afternoon, the crowd of protestors, now numbering more than a thousand, marched down Clark Street, armed with shotguns, knives, clubs and assorted kitchen implements. They were met by a solid line of 200 lawmen blocking off street access to the court house. A yell arose from the German contingent—“Kill the police!”—and the two armies went for each other. The battle lasted well over an hour before the protestors fled North and the cops retreated South. Surprisingly, only a single death resulted from the action—a German named Peter Martin, who was cut down by a shotgun blast.
Realizing he had underestimated the protestors’ willingness to fight, Mayor Boone summoned two companies of the Illinois state militia, complete with artillery, to guard against further violence. The test trial was abandoned, and those arrested were freed on bail. An uneasy peace settled on the city, and it was decided that Boone’s prohibitionist statutes would be put to a city-wide vote at a special election to be held on the first Monday in June, 1855.
In the weeks leading up to the vote, temperance advocates arrived in Chicago from all over the country. They cooked up anti-alcohol newsletters and canvassed the length and breadth of the city decrying the evils of liquor, wine, and beer. They invaded saloons and hassled the peaceful patrons therein. They marched in solemn processions, and warbled depressing hymns, smugly confident that the coming vote would be a crippling body-blow against Demon Rum.
Oh, how wrong they were.
It’s estimated that nearly 75 percent of all Chicagoans showed up at the polls—the heaviest turnout in Illinois history. The people turned out, and they were heard.
The prohibitionist statutes lost by more than 15,000 votes—a shattering, crushing defeat for the forces of temperance. Beer halls all over town stayed open until dawn and, come the following Sunday, opened early to serve a thirsty, thankful populace.
American Prohibition didn’t spring to life, fully-formed and ready to rumble, like Athena from Zeus’ head, on that dark day in 1919. No, fanatical dries tried—and failed—many times before seeing the Volstead Act signed into law. The Chicago Beer Riot was one of their more spectacular failures. In 1855, prohibitionists went toe-to-toe, both physically and in the courts, with brewers and drunkards, and were thoroughly Whack-A-Moled. We can, and should, learn from this bit of our exciting drunken history.
Cheers. —Richard English
(Note: the Author is indebted to the works of Herbert Asbury; as well as the editors of the Encyclopedia of Chicago, and Gregg Smith at BeerHistory.com
Zoo Stagger
The In-No-Way-Annual-More-Like-Sporadic Zoo Stagger will take place on Saturday, October 13.
The prices for zoo admission are $10 for adults, $6 for kids 3-11, $6 for seniors and wagons to carry your booze $10 deposit you get $2 back when you return it. Parking is $8.
The prices for zoo admission are $10 for adults, $6 for kids 3-11, $6 for seniors and wagons to carry your booze $10 deposit you get $2 back when you return it. Parking is $8.
Details regarding times and pre-stagger cookout will follow soon.
Please e-mail melissa_roelfs@yahoo.com to RSVP.
Bringing Stupid Back
The Brewhaha is proud to welcome back an esteemed member of it's already talented editorial staff, noted pundit and philosopher, Wanga Mozul-Cuhis. Fresh from an eight-year sabbatical in Nepal, during which time he ruminated of the nature of existence—while subsisting entirely on a diet of Peeps--Wanga has now returned to share his learned wisdom with us humble readers…
ASK WANGA
Dear Wanga,
Please help settle an argument. I say that Justin Timberlake is the coolest person alive, but my friend says I am wrong. What do you think?
- Kooky for JT
Coolest person? Justin Timberlake? Wanga has decided to give you a title: The Duke of Dumb. What make you think Justin Timberlake coolest person? Him have antifreeze glycoproteins in his bloodstream? Him somehow absorbed arctic grayling DNA? You put Timberlake in Siberian meatlocker, he STILL wouldn't be cool!
No, "Kooky", coolest person in world actually Thaddeus T. Pogknocker, of Skenechtady, NY, who maintain an average internal body temperature of 97.1 (which is technically class 1 hypothermia to most people!)Thaddeus attribute his low core temperature to steady diet of Toffifay, mint jelly, and ludevisk. (though Wanga has heard through grapevine that Thaddeus' have propensity for vast quantities of frozen
slushy drinks. Hmm… Wanga may have to borrow SUD's frozen drink machine to conduct further experiments).
Anyway, there your answer to your stupid question. Wanga has spoken.
ASK WANGA
Dear Wanga,
Please help settle an argument. I say that Justin Timberlake is the coolest person alive, but my friend says I am wrong. What do you think?
- Kooky for JT
Coolest person? Justin Timberlake? Wanga has decided to give you a title: The Duke of Dumb. What make you think Justin Timberlake coolest person? Him have antifreeze glycoproteins in his bloodstream? Him somehow absorbed arctic grayling DNA? You put Timberlake in Siberian meatlocker, he STILL wouldn't be cool!
No, "Kooky", coolest person in world actually Thaddeus T. Pogknocker, of Skenechtady, NY, who maintain an average internal body temperature of 97.1 (which is technically class 1 hypothermia to most people!)Thaddeus attribute his low core temperature to steady diet of Toffifay, mint jelly, and ludevisk. (though Wanga has heard through grapevine that Thaddeus' have propensity for vast quantities of frozen
slushy drinks. Hmm… Wanga may have to borrow SUD's frozen drink machine to conduct further experiments).
Anyway, there your answer to your stupid question. Wanga has spoken.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Vom-O-Rama
Note - Suds Ski and Social Club in no way endorses the following event. In fact, the official recommendation of Suds Ski and Social Club is to stay far away from this event and it's organizers who are certifiably, criminally insane. Good Luck.
You knew it was coming. There is no escape!
Hosted By:
Joel Kuchan and Rene Paquin
When:
Saturday Sep 15, 2007
at 10:00 AM - dusk
The grill will be going from noon to 4
Where:
Swallow Cliff Woods
Grove 2
Palos, IL
Vom-O-Rama 2007, like previous Vom-O's will include some sort of grilled food matter, games, port-o-potties, bug spray and whatever beer you choose to contribute! Bring your friends so long as they are not jerks!
You knew it was coming. There is no escape!
Hosted By:
Joel Kuchan and Rene Paquin
When:
Saturday Sep 15, 2007
at 10:00 AM - dusk
The grill will be going from noon to 4
Where:
Swallow Cliff Woods
Grove 2
Palos, IL
Vom-O-Rama 2007, like previous Vom-O's will include some sort of grilled food matter, games, port-o-potties, bug spray and whatever beer you choose to contribute! Bring your friends so long as they are not jerks!
Zoo Stagger
Hello everyone!!!! So after hearing about how much fun you guys have had in the past I have decided to plan a zoo stagger. I have some info for you now and will have more later. I was thinking about a Saturday and would like to do a cookout before hand. There are three dates that I am thinking about whatever works the best for the most people then I will set everything up. The dates are September 29, October 13, or October 20. The price to get into Brookfield zoo is $10 for adults, $6 for kids 3-11, kids under 2 are free, and $6 for seniors. Parking is $8 and to rent a wagon they want a $10 deposit and when you return it you get $2 back. I will plan the cookout and get all of the food. I hope that we can get a good crowed this should be a lot of fun. Again let me know what dates work the best and I will narrow it down to one. I hope to hear from you soon. If you have any questions or suggestions please let me know I am open to whatever.
~ Melissa
~ Melissa
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
You know you belong to Suds Ski Club if:
This is an oldy, but a goody that I dug out today!
Your wife asks you to pick up a canned ham, and you show up with a case ofHamm
Your wife asks you to pick up a canned ham, and you show up with a case of
The arresting officer tells you that you have the right to remain silent and you waive that right so you can finish singing Hello, It's Me
You know how to say "Where are my pants?" in seven languages.
You have so much alcohol in your system that your cabbie has to be HazMat certified.
If a wino jumped off a building, you'd bravely leap forward to break the fall of his bottle.
You install shag carpet because it's easier to hang on to.
Your last Breathalyzer reading was "No F***ing Way."
You drew up a living will that states very clearly that you do not want the booze tube removed under any circumstances.
Your friends often substitute "Good night" with "Hey, you can't sleep here."
Your favorite drinking game is Do A Shot Every Time You Do A Shot.
Your idea of a seven-course meal is a six-pack and a pizza.
TV beer ads have started addressing you by name.
You brush your teeth with bourbon. It hasn't helped cut down on cavities, but who cares?
You know heavy drinking makes you smarter because you can never remember doing anything stupid during Millard Fillmore.
You've never been to
You become sexually aroused by the tapping of a keg.
You know you can use Jagermeister as cough syrup. And visa versa.
You have a sweet tooth for alcohol—in fact, your whole mouth likes it.
Whenever you bend your elbow your mouth snaps open.
You're half scotch, and your ancestors aren't from
You hate the very sight of liquor, which is why you hide it in your stomach.
Anyone who kisses you must legally wait half an hour to drive.
You've filed assault charges against a trash can.
When you're out in the street, you are literally "out" in the street.
You think of drinking beer as "sobering up,"
You can say "Whiskey, please" in 34 languages, but can't understand "Last call" in English.
You enjoy cooking with wine, and sometimes you even put it in the food.
You keep a bottle of liquor next to your bed so you can have breakfast in bed when you wake up.
You measure time by drinks, as in: "Hold on a shot, the movie doesn't start for another four bourbons."
You always finish your drinks because there are sober people in third world countries.
You got in trouble at work because your standard greeting is, "Hey, let's do a shot!"
You can hear someone whisper "free beer" from three blocks away.
You consider a bottle of cheap whiskey and two shot glasses a very romantic gift.
You show up to brewery tours wearing fins and a snorkel.
You play the same song 20 times in a row at top volume at three in the morning and are certain the neighbors don't mind because, you know, it's such a kick-ass song.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Minutes of the July 16 Meeting
Meeting was called to order at 9:50 (5 minutes past Rene's bedtime, hence the grumpiness)
In attendance were:
Ray P
Joel K
John S
Rene P
President's Report - None
Vice President's Report - John is working on reinstating our incorporation status.
Treasurer's Report - Not Present
Secretary's Report - Rene reported on the new blog and all present discussed it's usefulness.
In social news those present discussed a White Sox outing. John has committed to organize this and dates in late August or September are being considered.
The Zoo Stagger was discussed and it has been decided that since Melissa originally wanted to organize it she gets first dibs. If she chooses not to Joel will plan it for early October.
Ray brought up, and it was agreed that on account of the change of ownership of the Mayflower, that a phone call should be made to ensure our usual reservation for the Millard Filmore Trip.
There was really no old business.
New Business:
Rene is going to start an account on Cafepress.com so that members may purchase Suds Logo shirts and promotional type items if they desire. If you are not familiar with Cafepress it is a website where designers can upload their graphics for sale on t-shirts, mugs, mouse pads and numerous other things. There are different types of accounts but, at least for the time being Suds will have the type called "free". Cafepress does not print anything till an order is placed, so there is no inventory or hassle. The store should be up and ready within the next month or so.
Those present also discussed the possibility of an actual website. The blog is easy, but why not have a website, right! John is looking into it a little. Please leave domain name ideas in the comments of this post.
The meeting was closed around 9:40
In attendance were:
Ray P
Joel K
John S
Rene P
President's Report - None
Vice President's Report - John is working on reinstating our incorporation status.
Treasurer's Report - Not Present
Secretary's Report - Rene reported on the new blog and all present discussed it's usefulness.
In social news those present discussed a White Sox outing. John has committed to organize this and dates in late August or September are being considered.
The Zoo Stagger was discussed and it has been decided that since Melissa originally wanted to organize it she gets first dibs. If she chooses not to Joel will plan it for early October.
Ray brought up, and it was agreed that on account of the change of ownership of the Mayflower, that a phone call should be made to ensure our usual reservation for the Millard Filmore Trip.
There was really no old business.
New Business:
Rene is going to start an account on Cafepress.com so that members may purchase Suds Logo shirts and promotional type items if they desire. If you are not familiar with Cafepress it is a website where designers can upload their graphics for sale on t-shirts, mugs, mouse pads and numerous other things. There are different types of accounts but, at least for the time being Suds will have the type called "free". Cafepress does not print anything till an order is placed, so there is no inventory or hassle. The store should be up and ready within the next month or so.
Those present also discussed the possibility of an actual website. The blog is easy, but why not have a website, right! John is looking into it a little. Please leave domain name ideas in the comments of this post.
The meeting was closed around 9:40
Monday, July 16, 2007
Brewhaha July 2007
Welcome to the first "Blog Edition" of the Brewhaha!
GENERAL MEETING REMINDER
When: MONDAY 7/16/07
Where: TIME OUT SPORTS BAR
(LaGrange Rd. just north of Joliet Rd in Countryside)
Meeting starts 8:30PM
Just a reminder - Any member who is interested in running an event is encouraged to set it up. Events can be super easy or super involved, it's up to you! For info/advise on how to run an event ask someone who has done it (Bob Miller, John Spitz, Melissa Roelfs, and Rene Paquin have run a few events and will be happy to fill you in!
Tonights meeting appears to have no major agendas. That's a great thing because we can deticate more time to pizza and beer! The only topic of conversation that I expect is a discussion of possible club events.
BEER GOGGLES
The following story was borrowed from BBC News - http://news.bbc.co.uk
Scientists believe they have worked out a formula to calculate how "beer goggles" affect a drinker's vision. The drink-fuelled phenomenon is said to transform supposedly "ugly" people into beauties - until the morning after.
Researchers at Manchester University say while beauty is in the eye of the beer-holder, the amount of alcohol consumed is not the only factor. Additional factors include the level of light in the pub or club, the drinker's own eyesight and the room's smokiness. The distance between two people is also a factor.
They all add up to make the aesthetically-challenged more attractive, according to the formula.
The formula can work out a final score, ranging from less than one - where there is no beer goggle effect - to more than 100.
Nathan Efron, Professor of Clinical Optometry at the University of Manchester, said: "The beer goggles effect isn't solely dependent on how much alcohol a person consumes, there are other influencing factors at play too. "For example, someone with normal vision, who has consumed five pints of beer and views a person 1.5 metres away in a fairly smoky and poorly lit room, will score 55, which means they would suffer from a moderate beer goggle effect."
The research was commissioned by eyecare firm Bausch & Lomb PureVision.
A poll showed that 68% of people had regretted giving their phone number to someone to whom they later realised they were not attracted.
A formula rating of less than one means no effect. Between one and 50 the person you would normally find unattractive appears less "visually offensive". Non-appealing people become suddenly attractive between 51 and 100. At more than 100, someone not considered attractive looks like a super model.
An = number of units of alcohol consumed
S = smokiness of the room (graded from 0-10, where 0 clear air; 10 extremely smoky)
L = luminance of 'person of interest' (candelas per square metre; typically 1 pitch black; 150 as seen in normal room lighting)
Vo = Snellen visual acuity (6/6 normal; 6/12 just meets driving standard)
d = distance from 'person of interest' (metres; 0.5 to 3 metres)
GENERAL MEETING REMINDER
When: MONDAY 7/16/07
Where: TIME OUT SPORTS BAR
(LaGrange Rd. just north of Joliet Rd in Countryside)
Meeting starts 8:30PM
Just a reminder - Any member who is interested in running an event is encouraged to set it up. Events can be super easy or super involved, it's up to you! For info/advise on how to run an event ask someone who has done it (Bob Miller, John Spitz, Melissa Roelfs, and Rene Paquin have run a few events and will be happy to fill you in!
Tonights meeting appears to have no major agendas. That's a great thing because we can deticate more time to pizza and beer! The only topic of conversation that I expect is a discussion of possible club events.
BEER GOGGLES
The following story was borrowed from BBC News - http://news.bbc.co.uk
Scientists believe they have worked out a formula to calculate how "beer goggles" affect a drinker's vision. The drink-fuelled phenomenon is said to transform supposedly "ugly" people into beauties - until the morning after.
Researchers at Manchester University say while beauty is in the eye of the beer-holder, the amount of alcohol consumed is not the only factor. Additional factors include the level of light in the pub or club, the drinker's own eyesight and the room's smokiness. The distance between two people is also a factor.
They all add up to make the aesthetically-challenged more attractive, according to the formula.
The formula can work out a final score, ranging from less than one - where there is no beer goggle effect - to more than 100.
Nathan Efron, Professor of Clinical Optometry at the University of Manchester, said: "The beer goggles effect isn't solely dependent on how much alcohol a person consumes, there are other influencing factors at play too. "For example, someone with normal vision, who has consumed five pints of beer and views a person 1.5 metres away in a fairly smoky and poorly lit room, will score 55, which means they would suffer from a moderate beer goggle effect."
The research was commissioned by eyecare firm Bausch & Lomb PureVision.
A poll showed that 68% of people had regretted giving their phone number to someone to whom they later realised they were not attracted.
A formula rating of less than one means no effect. Between one and 50 the person you would normally find unattractive appears less "visually offensive". Non-appealing people become suddenly attractive between 51 and 100. At more than 100, someone not considered attractive looks like a super model.
An = number of units of alcohol consumed
S = smokiness of the room (graded from 0-10, where 0 clear air; 10 extremely smoky)
L = luminance of 'person of interest' (candelas per square metre; typically 1 pitch black; 150 as seen in normal room lighting)
Vo = Snellen visual acuity (6/6 normal; 6/12 just meets driving standard)
d = distance from 'person of interest' (metres; 0.5 to 3 metres)
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