OMG – this takes me back to the days of high school when everyone would drink 40s of Cisco and then end up in the hospital having their stomachs pumped…
Cisco Fan Club
So many ways to express the love of Cisco – so little time! Peach…Green Apple…Strawberry…Red…all these amazing choices! Who’s up for getting fiesty!?
“Known as “liquid crack,” for its reputation for wreaking more mental havoc than the cheapest tequila. Something in this syrupy hooch seems to have a synapse-blasting effect not unlike low-grade cocaine. The label insists that the ingredients are merely “citrus wine & grape wine with artificial flavor & artificial color,” but anyone who has tried it knows better. Tales of Cisco-induced semi-psychotic fits are common. Often, people on a Cisco binge end up curled into a fetal ball, shuddering and muttering paranoid rants. Nudity and violence may well be involved too. Turned into the bugaboo of the booze industry, today once-ubiquitous Cisco is almost impossible to find anywhere outside cracked-sidewalk slums. Ironically, this makes it more alluring to wastoids.
In 1991, Cisco’s tendency to cause a temporary form of inebriated insanity led the Federal Trade Commission to require its bottlers to print a warning on the label: [THIS IS NOT A WINE COOLER. 8 SERVINGS.] The FTC also forced them to drop their marketing slogan, “Takes You by Surprise,” even though it was entirely accurate. ”
– from Article entitled “Mean old Cisco” in Willamette Week by John Graham
April 5, 2000
and foo fighters…
Ahh. The joys of living above a semi-rough pub in England…
First off, we get to have all kinds of fun looking people hanging around our house drinking pints and pints of lager.
Secondly, it is great during the summer months when aforementioned patrons decide that their bladders can not hold anymore lager and they decide to piss on my front door.
And last, but not least by any stretch of the imagination, is the fact that the pub’s garbage bins are conveniently placed right in front of our door. Oh what a joy this is. It also leads me to believe that most people are complete and total morons. Their hearts seem to be in the right place, however their brains are lacking any concept of how a garbage bin actually functions…
What do I mean by this?
1) Take trash
2) Open bin
3) Stick trash in bin
This is a pretty simple process that seems to be missed by about 95% of the pub’s employees and customers.
They seem to think that if you throw the rubbish next to the bin it somehow, magically, finds its way into the bin.
Sadly this is not the case.
And I am left with a giant, piss smelling mess to step out into the fresh morning air to (and I haven’t even mentioned the time that I stepped on a nail when leaving the house).
The punchline to this entire tale is that we were phoned by our landlord last week about the garbage. Turns out that the pub has complained that we throw our garbage on the ground…
I’m not sure if I am going crazy, but as far as I remember I don’t have flyers to an event named London Calling that is hosted at the Elgin Pub that I decided to throw in front of the house. Perhaps I just forgot because I was lightheaded from the urine fumes rising from the front door…
I am officially addicted to my Havaianas flip flops. Seriously, if I could wear them every single day of my life, I would. They are so damned comfortable and pretty cute as well. They are part of the reason that I look forward to summer! If you don’t own a pair, run out and get some and let me know how you like them.
The Havaianas Story
The Zori (a Japanese style sandal) was the inspiration for the creation of the Havaianas sandal in 1962. The name Havaianas (pronounced ah-vai-YAH-nas), Portuguese for Hawaiians, was a tribute to America’s glamorous holiday destination. The addictive nature of these flip flops is largely due to a 42-year old secret rubber formula, which makes them butter-soft, bouncy, flexible and durable.
The idea for the new sandal was so simple that its success spread like wild-fire. In less than a year, São Paulo Alpargatas was making five pairs of Havaianas every second; which adds up to 125 million pairs per year. Since their launch, 2.2 billion pairs of Havaianas sandals have been produced and sold throughout the world. If the sandals were laid end to end, they would go around the world 50 times.
In Brazil, Havaianas are beloved and worn by all personalities from the average citizen to dignataries and celebrities. Since being introduced to the United States three years ago, Havaianas have created an unprecedented cult following. Now referred to as the “best rubber sandal in the world,” Havaianas can be seen gracing the pages of the hottest fashion and sport magazines, strutting down the runways at New York Fashion Week and featured at red carpet events. Stylish Americans, including top athletes, rock stars and celebrities demanded the butter-soft comfort of these inexpensive flip flops, making Havaianas available at the most chic retailers and surf boutiques nationwide.
Went to a great dinner with Arlie tonight to a Spanish tapas place around the corner that everyone has been raving to me about. The word on the street about this particular restaurant was that “it makes Spanish people cry”. Meaning that it was so authentic that they were actually moved to tears to have a home away from home in London.
Galicia (the name of the restaurant) is hidden a bit up on Portobello Road past all the usual market places. It has a rather boring facade and you might just write it off apart from the Spanish flag that adorns the entrance. Walk into the locale and it is like stepping straight into Spain again.
And the menu? Great. Simple tapas with all the regular stuff at great prices for London. Cheap wine as well. Ole!
One small issue – that could very well have been a huge issue had we been pickier – Arlie was fishing around in the albondigas and found a little cucharacha. Gross.
But everything else was so damned good that we decided to forgive them and simply sent the meatballs back to the kitchen with a horrified camarero.
Can’t win ’em all I guess…
Look at these two little cyber buddies… all in love.
I am quite looking forward to my weekend ahead in sunny London.
Starting out this evening by going to meet up with my old pal Blue to do some Miami reminiscing over cocktails at Milk and Honey.
Then tomorrow will be up bright and early to meet up with the Estonia posse. We have tickets for the sold out Foo Fighters show in Hyde Park. Estimated 35k people will be there. Loving it up to Dave in the sunshine.
And finally on Sunday a nice brunch with friends and then Arlie and I will head out to Regents Park for Taste of London where I plan on getting my eat on. Mmmn. I can hardly wait and have been perusing egullet already and looking at all the food porn for what dishes I can get my hands on.
What more can I possibly say. These new VW ads are awesome.
Let me hear you say VAT?