#Weekend Open Bar
Weekend Open Bar: nachos.
Welcome, friends! To the pub at the end of the Internet’s Leaking Maw. The most Open of Bars where we come together every weekend. To mourn those who didn’t make it through the Existential Thresher. To cry on the shoulder of those who did, about, well…anything, really.
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Weekend Open Bar: upon the shores
Hello, friends. And welcome to Weekend Open Bar. The column that sits us around the poisoned watering hole at the End of the Pop Culture Universe. It’s a little gathering we do every week. Where share how we’re celebrating the End of the (Theoretical) Work Week. Certainly many still work, but for others like myself there is the illusion of reprieve. I tell you what, it certainly will feel like an illusion tonight when I’m lesson planning for next week’s classes.
Weekend Open Bar: Blessed Be The Weekend
You know for a week that was -1 because of a holiday, it sure felt like a grueling fucking work week. First few days during the teaching life always seems to feel that way. “Did I print this?”, “Am I going to have to piss during class because of the three Monster energy drinks in me?”, “Is this the semester I finally get black bagged for subversive syllabi?”
All those awful thoughts and more. Condensed into four days. But now it’s the fucking Weekend! Which actually means class prep! But fuck class prep right now! #YOLOCORE.
Weekend Open Bar: Shock and Aww
Hello, friends. Welcome to Weekend Open Bar. The column at the end of the Space-Week where we gather to celebrate us making it through another grind. Or if you’ve been on vacation like me all week, it is the column to just sort of sit around and shoot the shit with friends. I’ll confess, the Halls of the Space-Ship have been lonely as of late. So I don’t know what to expect.
Weekend Open Bar: Trailer Park Space-Ship
Hey friends! Pull up a stool. Pound your beverage of choice. Be it monkey urine, which is empirically proven to make you stronger, and run faster. Like the Reebok Pumps of liquids. Or be it alcohol, which will make me more appealing, and less annoying in your eyes! Whatever you drink of choice, slam it down and then enter this column. Weekend Open Bar. Where we shoot the shit for the 48 hours that The Man lets us have to pretend we live fulfilling lives. Or, if you have to work, bitch in here about how the Weekend Grind is a condemnable offense in the Eyes of the Lords of Kobol.
Weekend Open Bar: 5ive Years In A Lifetime
It’s Friday! Friday! Friday! Which is probably less exciting to me. Being on semester break. Funny thing about weekends when you’re unemployed. They don’t quite mean so much, except you get to hang out with all your working friends. But none the less! Fun shall be had. By me. Food shall be consumed. By me. And I’m going to frequent this goddamn insane column, Weekend Open Bar.
Weekend Open Bar: Comic Conning The Masses
Welcome, one and all, to another Weekend Open Bar! You are in for quite a treat this time because this is no normal Open Bar. Oh, no! If you didn’t already know, Team Omega will be reigning supreme at the Boston Comic Con again this weekend. A glorious three-peat if there ever was one. All of your favorite OL knuckleheads in the Boston area will be in attendance at various and highly irregular points throughout the next three days, so if you are geographically capable and willing to partake in the shenanigans and inspired lunacy, I highly recommend you make the trek in to hang out with the gang. It should be a damn good time. But if for some reason you can’t make it, then fear not: Coming here to share what you’ll be up to is the next best thing. And it’s easily the best thing going on this here Internet.
Weekend Open Bar: It’s A Dirty, Sassy Liquor
Crack open a pint of your preferred Esophageal Lubricant and stay awhile. For many that’s some bougie hard alcohol on the rocks. For others, unrefined and pinned to the Great Wall of Dementia, it’s seventy-three Diet Dews with a splash of Heart Palpitations. Whatever way the arrow of your taste bends, you’re welcome here. ‘Cause this is Weekend Open Bar.
Weekend Open Bar: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, Yo.
Come one, come all into the Weekend Open Bar. The one-stop Tavern at the end of the Intergalactic Internets for all of us degenerates to gather. Spend two days of revelry, madness, drunken babbling, and overall hearty times within these dementia-slicked walls.
Weekend Open Bar: EAT BURGERS / PUKE FREEDOM
Happy Fourth of July, folks. Nothing like fireworks, seared animal and simulated-animal flesh, and adult beverages to kick off this week’s edition of Weekend Open Bar. The column at the End of the Internet Universe. Where anything goes so long as it’s in the positive spirit of the Space-Ship. Get drunk, post embarrassing secrets. Stay sober, post what you’re up to over the course of the weekend. Throw GIFS at the comments section with reckless abandon.
