Couples Therapy or Anal Sex

So I was recently asked to participate in this year’s NYC Lit Crawl, which is just as it sounds — a pub crawl where literary-type drunkards (and aren’t they all?) are supposed to drag ass bar to bar without getting lost, and then settle in quietly to listen to a bunch of us mumble our [...]

Down with Carlo Rossi

At work last week, a few of us compared notes on our worst night of drinking ever; Carlo Rossi was implicated twice. Jose Cuervo, once. One friend, depressed over a guy, said she was going to do a shot of tequila for every person that was in the room. She passed out by 9pm and [...]