Lindsey Drinking Files: Coasters

When I was in my earlier twenties and bartending, I came up with what I believe is the most entertaining bar game EVER. It came about because the bar was super slow,  with only a couple patrons there by themselves trying to escape their loneliness. It was only 2pm after all. On a Tuesday. The stocked bar was about 3 shelves high and was trying to be upscale in a shithole neighborhood. A place where people could feel classy drinking alone, in the middle of the day, on a Tuesday.  It was set up a lot like the one below. It had a lot more booze bottles though.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the beer reps had just dropped off two boxes of 5,000 coasters. I still had 6 boxes from the other beer reps. What to do with all these cardboard coasters….

COASTER GAME.

 

That’s right, the coaster game. Can you guess how it’s played?

Well if you guessed by throwing the coasters at the booze bottles then you are correct!

 

Here are the official rules, which I encourage you to try at your local bar. (It works way better if you get the bartenders permission first)

1. YOU HAVE TO AGREE TO ALL THE RULES BEFORE PLAYING.
2. Take 3 coasters.
3. Throw the 3 coasters at the booze bottles. (See why you want the bartenders permission? They tend to frown upon things being thrown at the booze bottles)
4. Whatever 3 bottles you hit, get mixed into one shot.
5. You have to take that shot. (If they took it and didn’t puke I only charged $2 for it, however other bartenders aren’t so giving.)

You can try to aim all you want, but you’re still going to end up with this

IRISH WHISKEY, GIN and TEQUILA = DISASTER

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5a. If you hit a bottle you absolutely cannot take – for me its tequila pukefest happens just off the smell alone- you have to buy someone in the bar a full price drink.

5b. If your coaster does not hit a bottle and hits a wall, a bartender, or the floor, then you coaster counts as milk. Thats right, you hit tequila, vodka and then the wall your shot is tequila, vodka and milk. Gross. But you can only get the milk once. So if on the first throw it hits the wall, then you hit the wall again, you get another coaster to hit a booze bottle.

The game got really popular. I mean, REALLY POPULAR. There is nothing more entertaining than watching someone try to aim for all vodka and end up with Whiskey, Pear Vodka and Spiced Rum. Gag. It’s even more fun to try it yourself. It’s painful and it sucks. But it’s like being on a team and the whole bar roots for you, laughs at you and congratulates you and calls you really fudking stupid. It was just the kind of game the lonely bar crowd needed. But once it caught on and people were coming in asking to play it at night. I got a talking to by the head bartender. He let it go for awhile. Then he got hit in the head.

three times.

in the same night.

The coaster game became outlawed.

Then I created ANOTHER fun bar game. I called that one RPSFU. But it’s too elaborate for an already long blog post.

Time To Light A Fire…

Animals for Autism Pepsi refresh banner

The Kaydus Pepsi Refresh Project Proposal

Life deals everyone a bad hand at some point in life. The parents that make up the Autism community have been dealt an exceptionally bad hand. My heart breaks every time I hear a story or see a facebook status or read a blog post about their struggles. Something like where their child had a meltdown in a store and some stranger offered up ‘discipline’ advice. Or their child pushes away their affection. Or has difficulty with even something as simple as pointing out colors. I’m not even going to pretend that I understand what these parents go through on a daily basis. All I can do is offer up what little help I can when they ask it of me.

Now while telling you this story, I’m going to try really hard not to use every expletive in the English language. It starts off with two amazing people, Jimmy & Allison, and their autistic daughter. Now, the Autism community is a strong one. They support each other, they work together, they understand the difficulties that go along with being an Autism parent. This is why when George and Lea Kaydus of Siberian Snowbabies Animals for Autism – who have an autistic daughter of their own-  decided to give a service dog away for Autism Awareness Month, parents were jumping on the chance to get their child a much needed service animal. 13 families to be exact.

Jimmy & Allison started relying on their community for donations. That’s where I come in. I facebook’d it and retweeted their posts, auctions and (sadly) I had to miss their fundraiser. I donated what I could on 5/20/11  directly to GEORGE KAYDUS  through Paypal, using the email address BlueRibbonWins@yahoo.com. I know other people throughout the community also donated what they could. Allison & Jimmy also gave what they could ($2200) to ensure a service dog for their daughter. Do you know how much money that is to a  military family???

And then came the Pepsi Refresh Project. It was for TEN families to get much needed, expensive service animals. These ten families rallied for George and Lea Kaydus to get the money. Voting multiple times a day, organizing family and friends to vote multiple times a day. All the hard work paid off. It was really a great day when I saw that Jimmy & Allisons daughter was chosen for a service dog and that it was fully funded – through outside donations and the Pepsi Refresh Project. Finally, these amazing parents finally got a well deserved fucking break! Granted they worked their ass off for it. But they got it. Their daughter would have a much needed service dog.

Then it got fishy.

Then it just got shady every which way from Sunday.

When Jimmy and Allison made the announcement that they have withdrawn from the project, they were very mum about the reasoning behind it. They informed me privately what was going on and immediately I called Paypal to return my money.

Then the ten families started talking to each other. They started sharing all their discoveries about this so called charity, like Lea Kaydus has a series of aliases, they provided a false Tax ID number, the photos of the service dogs they were sent were taken in 2007 yet were supposedly born in 2011, they never applied for non profit 501(3)c status, the same photos of the puppies were for sale on puppy sites, and many, many more red flags and things that didn’t add up. But it couldn’t really be a scam – I mean the Kaydus’s have a daughter with autism – They know how hard it is.

If you want to dive into the whole story and how these families came to realization that their efforts, money and dreams for their children were part of an elaborate fucking scam by George and Lea Kaydus. Check out Jimmy’s Blog  or one of the other families involved explanation of how it went down.

It was too late for Paypal to refund my money, however they did put a flag on George Kaydus account. The families have started to band together and bring awareness to what this group is doing by contacting media, tweeting and retweeting out blog posts and the Autism community has responded by reposting and linking to these stories and sharing their own take on it – Because God forbid another family and their CHILD gets taken for a ride like this.

When I shared the story on a friends facebook wall and said DRINK COKE! One of his snarky friends made a super snarky comment of “WHY,should Pepsi be expected to help? It’s their money they can spend it how they want to.” No, Pepsi doesn’t have to help – but they should. Global Giving doesn’t have to help – but they should. It’s true, they can spend their money how they want to. But the intention of Pepsi was to do GOOD. Global Giving (who does all the checks and balances and disperses the grant money) has a clear concise mission about how their goal is to do GOOD. It is not their intention to help someone shatter ten families hopes. But they are standing idly by. Giving the families the runaround. Its not right. It’s just not right. These people are still trying to sell service dogs.

THAT’S WHY WE SHOULD ALL DO SOMETHING.

I’m just one voice and I don’t have much of a following to make it count as much as I wish it could, but I know if we all band together we can make it so this injustice is never felt by another family. So share the blog posts on twitter, post one of the media stories to your facebook, post the story to your own blog, tweet the media with this story. Maybe go for one of JimmysAllisonsStinkerbabiesLiz Ditz or even this facebook note fromanother family involved.

So lets band together and LIGHT A FIRE under Pepsis’ ass, Global Giving’s ass, the news media, our communities. Lets make the Corporations stand by their original goal of DOING GOOD! Lets make it so the Kaydus can NEVER string another family along.

 

 

Anyways….

It’s been a while, right? I hadn’t realized how long until @jossipgirl informed me I needed to post. Maybe that could be one of my new years resolutions? Even though I am not a fan of resolutions, only because I feel by making it a “New Years Resolution” it is bound to fail. Everyone fails at their resolutions, right?  Anyways…….

Like how I did that “Anyways…..” it’s very reminiscent of my 8th grade year and I thought I was a cool kid and would flip my hair and say “Anyways…” Such A Dork. I know. But Anyways…  I don’t know where I’m going with this post it’s 5am. I’ve been up since 4:30am because I fell asleep while cuddling our son to sleep last night. I went to bed at 8:30pm. I’m one of those people that doesn’t need 8 hours of sleep. I need 6 solid hours so at 4:30am I was wide effing awake. We are also out of coffeemate and milk. Leaving me with Egg Nog, which is not the best creamer substitute.

The hubs won the unemployment case and his old company can suck it. I’m still bitter. The hubs is not, but he never was one to get angry or hold a grudge. Not like me! I am the queen of grudges. Just last week someone from 8th grade tried to add me as a friend on Facebook. Maybe that’s why I keep wanting to use  ’Anyways…’ as a proper transition. Anyways…. I stared at the friend request with WTF and other expletives pouring out. She hated me in jr. high. I very distinctly remember her making fun of my back brace. Oh, for those that don’t know I had to wear a bulky corrective back brace for my scoliosis in elementary and some of  Jr. High. Which is probably why Sweet Dee is one of my favorite characters.

Sweet Dee as the Aluminum Monster

Sweet Dee from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Anyways…. back to the friend request. I asked her why she wanted to be my friend when we were never friends in Jr High or High School. I have been out of  High School now for eleven years. It really wasn’t my favorite place to begin with and I have no real desire to try to recreate it on Facebook. She never responded. I’m about a 1000 times more likely to accept a friend request from a tweep than an old high school acquaintance. I’m still friends with the people worth being friends with from high school. So yea. I hold grudges.

You know, Egg Nog is sort of really disgusting in coffee. If I wasn’t so lazy I would grab the car keys, go in the bedroom, wake up the hubs and make him go get me proper creamer.

My little design side business has been working out well, though not through Etsy. It started with one preschool mommy having me design her daughters invitations and ‘Happy Birthday’ banner which led to 4 other people having me design their invites, holiday cards, etc. Next, I’m actually going to be designing a wedding invitation set! I’m really excited about that one. Mainly because it is two people who should be tying the knot.

My daughter is turning One in five days. Can you believe its already been a year? She’s walking and talking and OH.MY.GAWD. is she vindictive. Piddy shot her with a nerf dart gun -on accident- and while the hubs and I were laying down the lecture she walked over, grabbed his glass of water off the coffee table and dumped it on him. Then started laughing. She is definitely my daughter.

Anyways… I’m done for now and will promise to try to update more, since it’s now a resolution and all. Another resolution? Just saying no to egg nog in coffee.

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