Alcoholocaust-or what we do in the shadows (of October 29th.)
Recipes. Yes, traveling the traverse of bottled up (pun intended) cocktail recipes that have been bubbling around in my brain before I host the most epic Halloween party known to man. Yes, I'm being serious. My yearly Halloween bash is like a bunch of late 40 to early 50-something's acting like a bunch of frat party douchebags-slopping ranch dip down their ridiculously over-planned costumes and drinking too much-everything until someone pukes into their lapel and holds it there all night. We don't even know it happened until we wake up the next morning and the smell hits us. Febreze is the word of the day. But... See, we're adults now. So-we spend actual money on costumes and "things". We don't do the 21-year-old sheet with a belt toga, or plastic fangs and a black plastic tablecloth tied around your neck. Or the ever present at every party on a budget hobo with your girlfriends mascara stubble and a bandana tied on a stick. Refreshments consisting ...