I awake, supine, I surmise, seeing only a field of stars. It's cold as bones, twice as wan, snow banking all aside me like tucked bedsheets. The last thing I remember is sinking in a bright, green sea bore in a fishbowl. Now, the inebriate warmth of those tropic waters wash away by wintery waves.
It's that time of year again. Fresh as the snow falling outside your window. Full of promise and potential. Brand-spankin' new. With optimism for our personal growth at a high, we're inspired to think of at least a few ways we can improve ourselves and our lives. Either you've started a list of resolutions already, or you're going to wake up on Jan. 1, power through your hangover and crank out some lofty ambitions for the next 12 months.
Roses are red, it’s said. Violets' hue, some say, is blue (untrue, I'll bet, as it’s violet). But life is seen, it seems, as green.
Oh Merriam-Webster, you naive word bible you, defining the hangover vaguely, clinically, as though the symptoms were so simple. Bless your heart. “A severe headache or other after effects...” I guess that’s a start.
The apple, it’s said, falls not far from the tree. Whether it be opined for shortness of said trees or the gravitational delinquency of apples, one oughta, in autumn, focus first on the fall.
The all-you-can-eat holiday may still be weeks away, but you can satisfy your craving for traditional Thanksgiving Day fare today. Whether a twist on a classic or simply an alternative dish (or drink) with turkey day ingredients, the treats below are sure to leave you feeling thankful.
It's the night before Thanksgiving and all your friends are in town. Your responsibilities the next day, however, determine your night's plans. Do you have to be alert enough to dodge Uncle David or will mom and dad pamper you while you sit on the couch and inhale mashed potatoes? You need to keep these scenarios in mind before you go all out. Let us help you.
I awoke with a molasses start, the voracious arrows of Sol bearing down upon my countenance with unyielding, silent cries, echoed transgressions of the night before. The Madman (or Madmen, rather) had taken toll, finding me, as Mikau found himself facing the brigand Gerudo, in a stampeding assault of hungover humors.
If you know anything about gluten-free pasta, you know that 99 percent of it sucks. If you want to revel in the one percent of gluten-less pasta goodness, take a road trip to Walldorff Brewpub & Bistro. I promise your taste buds won’t be disappointed.
Complement your beer with some tasty eats. Scout out these well-loved menu items at regional breweries, guaranteed to surpass your expectations of traditional bar food.
