Bad Barware Bingo – The Rules

Yak Boots at MoMA

We have all rocked terrible looks. Maybe not Yak-hairball-boots with sweats at MoMA bad but if you were alive through the 80s I’m sure you tried to kick it in neon or crimped hair. MC Hammer pants anyone?

As we venture forth on Fridays into the scene of humanity and hilarity that can be found at our drinking establishments I think a little added degree of intentional enjoyment is in order. I give thee:


After some hilarious “which is worse” conversation regarding Uggs or Crocs with socks, I decided to try to start a little friendly competition. See if you can spot and take a picture of some bad bar fashion. [Read more...]

Tales from My Local #1

Southern Tier Pumking

I’m that girl that you are not paying any of kind attention to in the corner.

Quietly sipping my beer, nose buried in a screen or maybe even a book at 12:31 on a Friday night.

You might not even glance in my direction but I see you.

With a soft smirk I hear your awkward, rambling, chauvinistic, bombastic, lewd, self effacing conversations.

Oh I know I have been there, so forgive me my judgement.

I might be on the other side even now — you might have really seen me and similarly smirked my snifter of dark brew with hoodie and jeans.

So there, we are even.

I must say, however, you are quite splendid.

Although probably not the way that you intended, you are captivating.

You with your black T bible verse in star wars title theme shirt.

You expounding on the wonderful intricacies of a black pencil skirt by way of flirtation.

You with cowboy boots and miniskirt in a martini bar.

You with Reading Rainbow shirt, getting carded at the bar (sorry you are too young for that to be “retro cool”)

You four who discuss jeans— skinny jeans — for 10 minutes.

You who woo with talk of ultra-marathons being— not to brag or be like whatever or whatever — but it really is god-like.

You, who win the eve, with your Pabst hood up in summer with khaki shorts and black socks pulled up to your shins.

Please keep it up you magnificent specimen of bar culture.

This barfly is amused to no end.