The world of spirits can be an intimidating place, what with all the different cocktail combinations, bar etiquette, and ghosts. Taking the fear out of classic cocktailry (but never ghosts), American Drink.
Embarrassed by America's juvenile fascination with flavored vodkas and syrupy mixed drinks, AD's a newly-launched Tacoma-based blog that celebrates/demystifies the quintessentially American art of the cocktail (plus drinking them) via humorously trenchant posts by swill-happy contributors from around the country who became friends because they're all prolific "Twitter d*ck jokers", or as they're known by social scientists, nerds. Ruminations on the art of drinking include the poignant "Rules For My Born Son" with helpful hints like "It is safer to lick a urinal cake than it is to eat bar-top snack mix"; a post about drinking yellow-ish-moonshine on the floor of a thatch hut in Malaysia, and one pointing out America is only 6th in spirit consumption, and urging us to "do better", something that'll never happen until everyone just sucks it up and starts marrying Scots. Other entries tackle the history of/exacting recipes for making classic 'tails right, including the equal parts whiskey, tequila, scotch and jagermeister Four Horsemen, the famed lemon juice/simple syrup/soda/gin Tom Collins, and the smoothly sophisticated muddled lemon/mint/bitters/simple syrup Whiskey Smash, also what rally girls at Dillon High started calling Brian Williams after a bunch of unsuccessful hook-ups.
AD also links to the best alcohol related goodness the Internets has to offer, from a NY Times article on the reissue of a classic 'tails "manifesto" first published in 1948, to a stainless flask that reads "it's motherf***ing booze time" -- a a poignant statement you could read aloud in the company of friends to show you ain't afraid of no toast.
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