Friday, July 27, 2012

This Week for Happy Hour: The Wine and Spirits of the Olympics


Kick off the 2012 Olympics at Rhino Happy Hour, 5-9pm today!  Half-price food and drinks!

Okay, gotta get this off my chest first.  A few weeks ago the dynamic and preeminent Joey Chestnut won the Nathan’s hot dog eating contest for the 6th consecutive time, tying Kobayashi for the most consecutive wins. 

Chestnut is the one on the left.

USA takes the gold for the men.  Japan took gold for the women’s division (the infamous “Black Widow” stikes again).  And that’s all fine and dandy.  But here’s the thing.  These people are talented, but, you ask me, they’re nothing but a bunch of Lance Armstrongs.  Not testicular cancer survivors.  I mean they’re cheaters.  That’s right, I said it.  Know why?  Because after each competition they go backstage and orally unload into a half dozen 55-gallon trash cans.  Yech.  I’m not saying they’re not great competitors.  What I’m saying, if that’s not unethical performance enhancement, I don’t know what is.

Imagine somebody claimed they could drink the most beer, and then after each beer they yacked it into the circular file cabinet.  C’mon.  Have you seen Beerfest?  Did those pros keep their business down and grind it out like adults or what?  Of course they did.  They’re not children.

Not children.

So, if you ask me, the real champion of competitive eating is the guy who can keep it down, this man: Manuel Uribe.

Above, Manuel doing his morning pull ups in Monterrey, Mexico.  He can do 100.

If Joey Chestnut wins the 100 meter dash, Manuel Uribe wins the marathon.  The endurance competition.  And he’s all natural, weighing in at over 1200 pounds.  No performance enhancing trash cans, mind you.

Anyway, the point I’m scarcely getting to is this: what makes the Olympics so great is the values and ideals of the Olympic movement.  Fair play and competition with integrity.  Great stories about athletes with real lives who don’t whine about how many millions they will make for moving an air-filled ball from Point A to Point B.  It’s too bad we’ll probably have to see the silly Queen of England (seriously, you Brits still actually have “royalty,” really?) and her stupid little dogs every day, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.  I’m excited.  Woo!

Heading into the opening ceremonies this afternoon, the Gold medal count looks like this:

USA: 1 (Chestnut, Men’s Sprint)
Japan: 1 (The Black Widow, Women’s Sprint)
Mexico: 1 (Uribe, Men’s Endurance)

Let’s have a great 2012 Olympic Games!  Rhino will be showing as many events as the networks will allow, so come in and have a pint and soak it in.  We’ll be open all afternoon on Saturday and Sunday too.

See you there!
Cheers!

Friday, July 6, 2012

This Week for Happy Hour: Apparently Lips are More than a Shot Glass Cushion


Sometimes we kiss.  Sometimes the mood strikes us and we touch the tips of our feeding tubes together, and if it’s a good one, we get tingles.  Europeans do that double-tap kiss hello thing.  So do Americans who recently traveled to Europe and think it’s just okay to still do.  Puppies open-mouth kiss everyone, even minors, and it’s perfectly legal.  Hey, sometimes we kiss.

But today, my friends, is not sometimes.  Today, July 6th, is International Kissing Day!!  Let the kissing begin!



Come to Half-Price Happy Hour at Rhino, from 5-9pm today, and celebrate all kinds of kissing.  Wet kisses, dry kisses, French kisses, single-lip kisses, Eskimo kisses (are we supposed to call those Inuit kisses now?), and even blown kisses.  Just no butterfly kisses – with the eyelashes, that thing – because those little bitches are fraudulent and lame and they spread pink eye and gross.  Let’s stay classy, Rhino kissers.

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We’ll have “Rock and Roll All Night” by KISS playing on repeat for four hours while booze is cheap as sin.  Everyone will make out like bandits.  Figuratively.  Meaning they will save a lot of money from all the cheap, cheap drinks.  And if you want, make out like bandits literally, which I guess would be where you kiss your kissing partner with pantyhose over your heads.  I don’t know, you’re the kissers.  Kiss!

Kissing party continues upstairs from 9 until close, and resumes Saturday afternoon.  Free shot for the longest kiss, the most passionate kiss, and the best Gene Simmons costume.  



See you there!
Cheers!
Smoochies!