It’s true, a party can break out at just about any time. Usually you need a couple of key ingredients: people, music and booze. The booze is more than likely luke-warm bottled/canned beers, or people sharing oral herpes through a bottle of vodka. Well, kiss those herpes goodbye! Evolution’s Mobile Bar is here to save the day!

As the picture shows, this bar has everything you need: martini glass holders, a place for napkins and straws, another place for your lemons and limes, oh and ice! Even better, this full-scale bar can break down to the size of a carry-on suitcase. The only problem with that is, where does all that alcohol, mixers and glasses go? Maybe next time someone is throwing an impromptu party, you can tell them you’re bringing the bar, but everyone else needs to bring the contents for said bar…ridiculous.

The Evolution Mobile Bar is available for $1900 at KegWorks, at that price room temperature beer and herpes bottle is looking much better.

Original Story: Boing Boing Gadgets

Surely the DUI laws vary between states and countries, even more so when it comes to operating non-traditional vehicles, but this story from the UK is a bit ridiculous. The DUI on the Cruzin Cooler is understandable, but what if you are disable and operate an electric wheelchair?

Well, a man with cerebral palsy was cut off after two Budweisers at a pub in England on Sunday because he was in an electric wheelchair and liquor laws kept the bar from serving him a third beer. Also noted, as that the top speed of his electric wheelchair is 4 miles per hour.

The 33-year-old Lee Cook is pissed. This isn’t him in the photo, but if you check out the original story link, you’ll see a well written caption to go with his photo, “Angry: Lee Cook.” That just about says it all.

Original story: Metro UK

France is considering a ban on happy hours in bars and on the sale of bottles of vodka and other strong liquor in nightclubs as part of efforts to curb binge drinking among young people.

Apparently a recent study said that 1 in 4 seventeen year olds reported drinking more than 3 times in the last year, and 1 in 10 reported being drunk 10 times. Hey, guess why?? Oh ya, it is legal for SIXTEEN year-olds to by alcohol. Hmmm, if you want to stop drinking among young people, maybe you should stop selling them alcohol. No reason to punish everyone. Wow, that was a brain buster….

Side note: If those statistics are considered a “drinking problem”, then I better not move to France.

Source: Guardian UK

Another weekend, another night on the town. No surprise. If you remember from v1 of this series (A Bar Hopping 20-Something), weekends are exclusively reserved for bar activity with the guys. Anyways, I like to call this episode “Girl Fight”.

It started out as a pretty standard night for myself, T Miz and the rest of the gang. We decided to go out to a higher-end area in order to appease the guys who think they are too good for the old neighborhood bars of their early 20’s. And of course by “higher-end”, I mean the drinks are twice the price and the girls are twice as bitchy. Nonetheless, there is something about the nicer weather that seems to make these aspects more manageable. It was turning into a big night and even some late-nighters (these are the guys that don’t even consider leaving their house until 11pm. I mean what the hell are they doing this whole time? And on top of that, they always show up alone. Weird.) rolled in around 11:30.

T Miz and some others did the usual dance routine, while I hung out at the bar for most of the night - and at about 1am we decided to call it. Post leaving the bar and pre deciding between a taxi and the nearest hot dog stand, T Miz eyed himself a beauty at the neighboring bar. He was well on his way to drunk and quickly ditched us to go after her. Myself and the remaining others were a few steps behind T Miz and as we joined him it became clear the beauty was no such thing. Not deterred by such nonsense though, T Miz was giving her the supermodel treatment and convinced us to go into the new bar and join the “beauty”. Most departed at this point, but of course I joined. I had been trained since the age of 21 to never leave a lone man behind in the field (especially if he is slated to cover half the cab fare home).

As it turned out, the “beauty” had a friend. Unfortunately, she was a terrible, miserable human being who had a severe distaste for other people. Never a good sign. I was stuck at that point though and the “beauty” was quickly proving her comedic worth via drunkeness. The better part of the red concoction in her hand ended up on herself and T Miz. He still wasn’t phased.

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So you are about to take a trip but you don’t know how much money to bring because you have no idea how much a beer is going to cost once you reach your destination. No worries, because PintPrice.com is a website devoted to finding the price of pint the world over. The site encourages users to submit their location and how much they just paid for a pint of suds. The site then uses this data to find the average price of a beer in any country.

For instance if you are looking for the most bang for your buck a quick trip to Congo DR will score you $0.20 pints. That means I could get good and shit faced for about $3 total. That is less than one pint in Seattle. Or if you are planning to make it rain in the casinos of Monaco be prepared to part with $15 for a single pint of beer. Fuck, in Vegas I generally try to win enough to cover my hotel room. In Monaco I would have to win a shit ton of $5 blackjack hands just to cover the bar tab.

While the site is organized by country users that enter a price can enter the name of the city they are drinking in. So if you choose the U.S. you will find a price listed for just about every major city. This is helpful because it allows you to figure out how many meals you will have to skip in order to get all your beers covered on the company expense report.

PintPrice.com

Friday and Saturday nights are very sacred in the life of a single male in his 20’s. They are and forever will be reserved exclusively for hitting the bars with the guys. No negotiations. No dates, no movies, no poker night, etc. Those things were all created in order to get the 20-something guy successfully through the week with enough activities so it doesn’t seem so bleak in comparison to the amazement of the weekend bars.

The plans begin being laid on Tuesday afternoon, after the Saturday hangover is finally out of the system completely. By Thursday, the pre-funk and final destinations are set and off we go again. My personal group varies between 10-15 guys depending on the season. Some get girlfriends and depart for a couple months (always seeming to return eventually). Others are less inclined for this type of fun in the winter. Some move away or get jobs that interfere. The great thing about a group of this size is that by Thursday you know 5-7 guys are going to be available both nights. And the other great thing is that everyone plays a unique, but equally important, part of the group dynamic that leads to optimal fun. You have the planner (my roommate T Miz sends out the Tuesday email or mass text to kick off the weekly conversation and sets the mood on when its bar switching time), the starters (the guys that show up to the pre-funk already a little drunk from their pre-pre-funk and force everyone else to start drinking faster than they want), the buyers (the guys that get those first couple rounds of shots at the bar without blinking an eye at the expense), the ladies men (the guys that generally make the whole group more attractive to a set of co-eds), the aggressors (the guys with the balls to go up to those co-eds without any fear of failure), and the drinkers (the guys that love drinking and hanging out and are less interested in the bar scene girls). Their are numerous subsets within these groups (the shy guy you have to coax to come out but then unleashes when he gets some beers down, the cocky guy who doesn’t actually ever hit on girls, the guy who thinks fighting is a good idea around 1:30am, the guy who totally ruins your game by being way to drunk, etc), but I think you get the drift.

So anyway, we had the usual compliment of guys this past Friday night. The pre-funk was at my house this time - we happen to live pretty close to our favorite group of bars, so I expect this to be a common occurrence through the summer. The starters showed up around 8:30. They had been at their favorite bar for dinner and drinks since 6pm and already had set up 2 girls to meet them at our next location. (Note: the girls had hit on my friends, so of course our expectations were low - turned out to be average). They were drunk of course, and one of them was doing his famous “barking out” routine. Definitely the best dog impression I have ever heard - but can be tough when he “barks you out” at the bar when you are trying to play the staring game with some attractive prospect at the next table.

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