Drinking with strabismus

I am bad at almost all drinking games because I don’t have good depth perception. Being bad at drinking games means losing, which means drinking. So really, who’s the loser now, Sober McSoberstein? Read more »


Field-test: BasketPong


Being an avid (and sometimes accomplished) beer pong player, I was delighted when The Alcohol Enthusiast received a BasketPong set to try out. As you can see in the photo above, it’s essentially the love child of basketball and beer pong. To effectively test it out, we obviously needed more than just Josey and I, so we featured it prominently at our recent Camp 77 party. Read more »


Super Bowl XLVI drinking game

— Christian & Josey

It’s Super Bowl Sunday, and while your humble Enthusiasts are not particularly big football fans, we are huge fans of day drinking. And the Big Game provides a good excuse for the citizens of the United States to knock a few back while the sun is still out (it is here in San Francisco, anyways…) Note: Super Bowl Sunday is also the highest DUI day of the year—so careful out there!

Sadly, our local fair-weather favorite team, the 49ers, didn’t make it all the way. So while our pageantry will be somewhat less fervent, there’s still going to be plenty of boozing. And since Christian heralds originally from Vermont, we have some vested interest in this year’s matchup—at least the decision of who to vote for (that’s the correct term, right?) was easy.

To ensure that we all have to crawl home tonight, we’ve devised a drinking game that will make even those people who only watch the Super Bowl for the commercials pay attention to what’s going down on the gridiron. So plop down on a couch next a cooler full of suds (preferably Anchor Steam), tape a bottle of whiskey to your hand, and get ready to drink.
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Haiku for Drunks: Lebowski challenge



Vodka, Kahlúa
Half and half or non-dairy
Call it: Caucasian

Abide to The Dude
A White Russian and a joint
Each time he partakes

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Alcohol related games, by nature, require a certain amount of binge drinking. I mean, that’s the point, right? But no game that I have encountered necessitates the rapid consumption of liquor faster or in greater quantities than Quarters.

While I am sure there are many iterations, the rules we played by are fairly simple. You can play with as few as two or as many as you have room for/who are willing. The object of the game is to bounce a quarter off the table and into a shot glass. You go around in a circle, each taking turns. If you manage to get the quarter into the glass, then the person to your left must do the same or else they have to drink. If they make the shot, the onus falls on the person to their left, and so on.

We used to play with a handful of quarters, so there was very little downtime between shooters and the quarters would start to pile up in the glass when everyone made their shot. The unlucky bastard that missed after a run of 4-5 hits had a lot of drinking to do. Not to mention that a full circuit of the players could take as little as thirty seconds. One way or the other, without a keen eye and a steady hand, you were going to end up rather tight (and possibly queasy) in very short order.

Of my friends, I was definitely the weakest link. Mercifully, they did not require full 1.5-2oz shots to be taken with every miss—a simple swig off the bottle would suffice—but it went quickly and we were liable to run through a fifth in no time. I think our record was eleven minutes for a bottle of Knob between six people. Yours truly took the brunt of that blow and definitely paid the price about halfway through. But never fear, Enthusiasts, boot though I may—I did not hesitate to rally.




Beer garden frames

I’ve never fully understood beer gardens. Now, I get the concept of an area or establishment dedicated to drinking: bars, taverns, saloons, etc.—totally on board. But there’s always been something about the beer garden that seemed off to me. Is it because they are open air? Because your beverage options are so limited? I don’t know. The beer garden I attended this weekend did have the added advantage of being private and the type you pay once for to drink as much as you can. Yet I still had my reservations.

It must be my restless nature. While I love beer as much as the next Enthusiast, the idea of a temple dedicated to a singular libation (and often single brand)—without the addition of interactivity to some extent—just doesn’t hold my attention. I need to be challenged by more than the fight against sobriety.

We spent the weekend in Portland at a private event that housed said-beer garden last weekend. I made an appearance all three days with varied success. By Sunday everyone was a bit over-enthused when the garden officially closed at 6:00pm. We wandered around for a while listening to the world’s coolest marching band, and I couldn’t help but notice a strange clanging sound, accompanied by shouts of encouragement, coming from the shuttered area behind the tarp-covered, chain-link fence. I spotted someone I knew and, being an Enthusiast of some notoriety in the community, managed to get us through the hidden back entrance, past fairly stringent security to see what all the commotion was.

I had heard of what I was about to see. I had been told stories that involved blood, sweat, tears and triumph. And I had been told that the tradition was outlawed. What we had been invited into was an annual celebration of post-beer garden keg bowling. An exclusive, non-competitive sport in which nothing but hubris and perhaps a little timé is on the line.

Kegs crashed into each other amidst excited cheers from enthusiastic bystanders. There is nothing like the sound of hollow metal against hollow metal against pavement. It’s fantastic and exciting—and I was trembling, despite the free-flowing IPA.

After surveying an assorted line of people take their shot, I gulped down the remaining ounces in my cup and took hold of the “ball.”  With a heave, I sent steel plowing through the wall of kegs.

It was exhilarating in a way I haven’t felt often since reaching that birthdate after which you must have been born to purchase alcohol. And with the addition of such a unique activity, I finally got it. The beer garden is the ultimate backyard bbq, and keg bowling is the everclear of horseshoes. While I know this experience is rare, I sincerely hope that every Enthusiast gets a chance to step up to the line to take a throw. There is nothing like it—and you’ll never look at a beer garden the same way again.

Photos courtesy of Josey and Rosie