What are you drinking right now?

[oettinger]

Started with rye moved onto bourbon. I see beer in my future.
Cheers!

Damn, he can see how he`ll pass out in the future.
He basically sees himself drunk.
Freaking Drunkadamos

Meanwhile I wish to know what`s going on in my drink right now

[scream ale]

I've seen the future and it's a little fuzzy.

[oettinger]

I think it depends from which angle you look at it

[Hugh]

Been pounding down the Franzia Chillable Red for five hours now. It's 2 AM and I'm awake as a motherfucker. Maybe I should pound the whiskey now. But I know I'll be puking like a motherfucker tomorrow morning if I do. So, in answer to the title of this thread, "What are you drinking right now?" I have to say, "It's up in the air."

[Nausea]

Jim Beam White.

[scream ale]

Knob Creek Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey, straight no chaser.
Cheers!

[Badfellow]

Not your mom’s vodka. Prost and cheers to y’all.

May we be thankful for what we have and not regret what we lack.

[Badfellow]

True thankfulness.

WT 101, a drink prayer lifted by the fumes through my nostrils to each of you.

[benitobeast69]

True thankfulness.

WT 101, a drink prayer lifted by the fumes through my nostrils to each of you.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING MY BRUDDDAS. I have no idea what thanksgiving is or what you guys celebrate (kinda just seems like some sort of pre Christmas) but hope you all have a banger and all your givings get thoroughly thanked.

[Dear Booze]

True thankfulness.

WT 101, a drink prayer lifted by the fumes through my nostrils to each of you.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING MY BRUDDDAS. I have no idea what thanksgiving is or what you guys celebrate (kinda just seems like some sort of pre Christmas) but hope you all have a banger and all your givings get thoroughly thanked.

Well, since you are curious... As tradition states, the pilgrims, who we credit as the first group of European settlers to survive here (in what is now the U.S.) came over in 1620. Yes, there were already indigenous people living here, and yes, scores of other Europeans had already tried settling here. But this is the story of Thanksgiving, so bear with me.

They settled in Plymouth, Massachusetts and were able to work with some friendly natives. As legend goes, those pilgrims held a party and invited their new neighbors to join them in a feast. The reason for the soiree was to give thanks for, basically, being able to survive in this new land.

That's what little kids are taught in kindergarten. But there's way more to the story which includes them being religious nutjobs, living for a few years in Holland before heading to America, surviving on eel and turnips, and traveling with a shit ton of booze. Yep, the whole notion of "God hates alcohol cosumption" is a relatively new trend.

Today, Thanksgiving is supposed to be a time to reflect on the things for which we are thankful.

Anyhow, that's the story of Thanksgiving.

You're welcome!

[scream ale]

He should have his own series "Professor Booze Explains U.S. Holidays"

[Hugh]

5:30 PM and pouring my third glass of Franzia Chillable Red. Now that the bums in the alley have stopped screaming, it is beautifully quiet. Thanksgiving (and Christmas, too) bring beautiful quiet. I wish it was like this every day.

[Hugh]

PBR and Gran Legacy whiskey. I only have six cans of PBR left, then I'll finish off the rest of that Rolling Rock that's been sitting in my refrigerator.

[Badfellow]

Woke up at 5:30 this morning. No reason, just wide awake. I fumbled downstairs, made some coffee, poured some tequila in it, got stoned and watched the farm report. It was pretty much the only thing on and from what I gather regarding corn and soybean futures we’re all going to hell.

I wouldn’t mind being a booze farmer with some nice big buds on the side.

[oettinger]

Vitaime vodka cocktail, because it sounds healthy