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Ask Liffey

Posted on February 14, 2012

Ask Liffey, part 1. What kind of beer do you like? First, let me say I’m not a beer expert and despise beer snobbery. I drink what I’m in the mood for. Sometimes it’s a can of  MGD at a summer barbecue. Sometimes I like Harp. I had one recently at a fake Irish bar in the area and rather enjoyed it. The most recent six-pack I purchased was Robert The Bruce by Three Floyds in Munster. Sometimes I like dark beer, sometimes I like light. If it’s a party I’ll pretty much drink anything offered except maybe for Meister Brau. And even then you never know. What kind of gal do you fancy? I’m partial to brunettes but it’s like my beer –…

The Kissing Booth

Posted on February 10, 2012

Once I attended a fundraiser for a theater on Chicago’s north side. I knew some of the actors through a mutual friend and decided to help out a good cause and I knew a keg would be there. And theater girls. You can’t be shy around these creatures, they’ll blow you out of the water. They have a lot more “ya-ha” moments than your typical cheerleader types.  I discovered that in high school. There was a carnival theme to the fundraiser. You buy your tickets and use them at various “attractions” like food, games and whatever the hell else they had in there. The only things I was attracted to were the keg and…the kissing booth. I thought these things didn’t exist. But here it…

The Invitation

Posted on February 6, 2012

I threw a party at my Chicago apartment once. It was sorta a going away bash, before shit hit the fan and I lost the girl, job and apartment. I made an invitation for the party and I was drunk when I wrote it. It turned out it was kind of a hit with some of the guests. Two gals said the posted it on their refrigerator. I’ll explain the title at the end. VCN RASTA PARTY SHIT HAPPENS this Saturday. On this date you will come to this address: 0000 W. Medill Apt. B, as in the garden apt. for you fuckers who may not know. Bring whatever the #!!#$@!! you want, just as long as it’s not one of those asshole kids.…