The Hills are Alive

August 12th, 2010 by sarah

speedy swedeWith the sound of a 571hp Mercedes Benz SLS AMG going 180mph in a 75mph zone.  Ok, so it was not Austria, but a Swiss motorway.  And because this playboy is uber-rich, he’s looking at the maximum fine- $1.08M Swiss francs.  And the exchange rate is not *that* favorable- just over $1M USD in cold, hard (tear-soaked) cash.  Or a black Amex.  Traffic fines are based on severity of offense and your income in both Switzerland and Finland.  In all fairness, if I paid a couple hundred G’s for a car, I’d want to test it’s top speed (197mph claim) as well.  Come on- gun it!  That cop car looks to be a Volvo XC60 (turbo base 300hp with 130mph top speed), and we all know a greyhound will outrun a bassett hound anyday.  At 180mph, he could have been over the German border in 20 minutes!  And (besides 130kph “suggested” maximum speeds), there is no limit to wide open throttle on the Autobahn!  Of course, at that speed you’re probably siphoning the gas tank faster than an alcoholic at last call.

That Damn Yankee

August 5th, 2010 by sarah

Before yesterday, only 6 baseball players had ever hit 600 home runs.  Three are among the best players to ever play the game: Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, and Willie Mays.  Ken Griffey Jr. is another well-respected one to land that title also.  Then we move into the steroid era, and get Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa, whose names will always implicitly be tainted by accusations of using performance enhancing drugs.  And now we have A-Hole.  Or Asterisk-Rod.  Or whatever you’d like to call him.  If you don’t normally follow baseball but do understand a sports milestone when it occurs, you may have thought the celebration seemed a little weak.  Besides the fact that for days, NL West baseball games and the other fans of uninterested sporting events were being interrupted on the off-chance this idiot could hit one out of the park, there wasn’t an overwhelming amount of craziness once it finally happened.  And it only took 46 at bats in 13 games and 104 specially marked balls used just for this occasion.  Now life can move on.

Injury Reserve

July 30th, 2010 by sarah

I turned down a prescription for codeine today.  I know, I know- you substance abusers followers of this blog (and you know who you are!) would have paid good money for one of those wouldn’t you?  But pain is nothing new to me- I’ve been been knocked unconscious, stitched up, and bruised most of my sports-playing life.  Next time, I’ll take preorders and see if its worth my investment!

Besides, this is my “bad” knee.  And a bad knee is like an abusive domestic partner.  Sometimes it surprises you and you’re amazed at something it does that reminds you why you love it so much.  Then bam! you run into another door again…

So I got to change into something more sexy: a hospital muumuu, and take more x-ray’s which are only the precursor to another MRI.  Perfect!  A new nickname- Chernobyl…  I  also got a fresh supply of steroids to being down the swelling.  And y’all wondered how I got such great biceps.

Got vino?

July 9th, 2010 by sarah

winePA- the state with quite possibly some of the most antiquated liquor laws in existence- is now offering wine for sale at kiosks.  If you’re a wino, swipe your driver’s license or state issued ID, smile at the camera (where an employee at the LCB verifies you match the picture on the license and authorizes the purchase), and blow into a breathalyzer to purchase your bottle at one of two grocery stores- a Giant in Susquehanna Township and a Wegmans in Silver Spring Township. Your selection will include more than 1000 bottles from 53 choices (none of them from PA…) and is open 9am til 9pm everyday but Sunday so if you need a glass of Cabernet to make it through church, better buy ahead of time! 

In light of this newfound drinking freedom, I checked out some of the craziest state liquor laws.  Here are a few: Read the rest of this entry »

PBW recap- the highs and the lows

June 28th, 2010 by sarah

I know, I know, my Philly Beer week recap is a little late.  My memories are more like flashbacks so it took a little time to piece the week together.  Better late than never right?

THE HIGHS:

- Nodding Head’s Mole Grog; s/b “Holy Mole”- the freaking perfect accompaniment to taco night (fish and plantain anyone?) Read the rest of this entry »

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