The Presidential Debate Drinking Game

Get drunk and wasted while watching the presidential debates tonight by following these guidelines:

Every time John McCain mentions his POW experience, praise his courage and drink a kamikaze. This one is only for the heavy drinkers.

Every time Obama says change everyone has to switch seats and drink the other person's drink of choice.

Every time John McCain tries to associate Barack Obama with an unsavory character, take a sip of your dirty martini.

Every time someone says bailout you have to finish your drink and pour another.

Read the rest of the rules here.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

When N said there was some random open bar thing, I was expecting a couple drinks at a one hour shindig. What I did not expect was that we'd crash a Univision private party at the Town Tavern with an 8 hour happy hour plus beer pong table. I have photos, except those photos are on some random girl's camera and when she uploads her photos to her Facebook page, N and I will be tagged as "who are these guys??"

Thanks to N for the connect.

DEAR PAUL SMITH

Dear My Favorite Paul Smith White Sneakers, I deeply apologize for what I did to you last night.  Or rather what I did on to you last night.  I blame the combination of drinking on an empty stomach and then over compensating later at Famous Ben's pizzeria.

Humbly yours,

MRod.

A CONVERSATION

Scene: Friend "L" struggles to finish her shot of Patron.  By struggle I mean, it took her three attempts, plus four limes, plus adding some mixer of water to the shot, plus the moral support of yours truly as well as a stranger sitting at the bar.  Afterwards: Me: When I said shots, what kind of shot were you expecting?

L: I dunno! Something like skittles shot!

HIP PLACES TO GO IN NYC "DO" JOUR GOOGLE MAP'D

The other afternoon a cute girl in (or not in?) my life instant messaged me asking me if I had a recommendation for a fun but affordable after-work bar in Midtown or the Upper East Side for her and her girlfriends to go to celebrate one of them getting a new job.  I felt like Rudy Ruettiger in the movie about his life, "Rudy," when the coach FINALLY sends him into the field to play.  [Thanks to all my friends who gave recommendations for bars in the Upper East Side.] Anyway, I wish I had this handy list of bars--Google Mapped no less!--when I was frantically racking my brain and bothering my friends for places.