my night with Bob Ross
just in case you're wondering... yes, that's my reflection in the mirror.
If you’re sitting in front of your computer right now wondering how I spent my evening last Thursday night my answer would have to be this: I spent it at a lower east side bar at a Bob Ross Tribute Party.
Don’t act so shocked since I posted the invitation here on therilla and if you thought I did it for comic effect you would be wrong, sir. I was serious. I RSVP’d. I went. I drank the free beer. I saw trees. They were happy and little just as I expected.
My apologies in advance for the poor photo quality I uploaded, but at least I have some sort of physical proof that I went to this event other than the free plastic pint glass I acquired at the PBR open bar (class all the way). I’m sure Mr. Ross himself wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Gallery Bar is really a decent spread and I’m sort of interested in seeing what that place is like during a non-event sort of night.
Anyway, I must say that being punctual is a plus when it comes to an open bar that occurs for only an hour. After some “security” issues involving letting randoms into the event and not checking IDs because they didn’t “anticipate so many people coming” (maybe you shouldn’t have told your publicity manager to have it mentioned on MSNBC and DailyCandy?) the free beers spilled out just a few minutes late of it’s schedule ETA and things got flowing. Although I stayed there for a little over 60 minutes, the fun was as impactful as I ever expected it to be… thanks to the cheerful woman who showed us that she can paint just like the tributee and making us all believe that we, too, can do that on our own! (and yes the crowd roared in delight once we saw the first swift stroke of the paintbrush mark a smooth green line too). The look alike contest was sub-par and generally involved a man sporting a 2 1/2 foot afro and 17-inch fake beard.
All in all, the night was fantastic. To conclude, I’ll leave you with a quote from Mr. Bob Ross himself who once said: “You know me, I gotta put in a big tree”.
-jg
DIY: how NOT to shotgun a PBR.
After 4 years of college in Vermont and plenty of PBR’s drank, one would think a girl like me would withhold the ability to successfully shotgun a cold one–specially since I am always the first one to suggest, “Lets shotgun some beers!” Nonetheless, it is fairly evident that I have not one clue. Let these pictures display the mess CrystalBeth and I created after thinking we were hotshots racing to see who could finish a Pabst first. I’m fairly sure the sink got the most beer out of all of us.
Step 1: Use a key or anything sharp to puncture a hole near the bottom of the Pabst Blue Ribbon can. Make sure to press it right through the seam as this is definitely the easiest place to poke a hole…not.
Step 2: Try again….with more force this time.
Step 3: While popping open the tab and sucking down the brew, make sure to hold the can parallel to the floor. Therefore, half the beer will spill all over your gear and your face. This creates the illusion that you actually are badass for thinking…err portraying…the fact that “you’re a girl in a sequin vest that can shot gun a beer.”
Step 4: Spill out the last fourth of the beer into the sink before your competition while yelling the key words, “I win.”
Step 5: Exaggerate how much beer you just drank by letting out a serious belch and smiling for the camera. 
xo’z,
cass
