1. Hair of the Dog: Oh, hangovers... I don't know why an ice cold Miller Lite cures the headache/shakes/all-over-yucky-feeling the next morning, but thank heaven it does!
2. Day Games: None of the Cubs home games this season actually start before noon...but Wrigleyville exists for pre-drinking! Go Cubs, go.
3. Bacon: Brunch is my favorite meal. Ever. And brunch means Bloody Marys. (insert history lesson) Thank you Henry Tudor for hatin' on the Catholics; you seriously pissed off your daughter Mary, and she killed a whole lot of Protestants after you died. Perfect inspiration for a drink!
4. Vacation: The hotel in Puerto Rico actually brought mimosas out to me as I burned in the tropical sun. I didn't have to leave my towel to get booze! (Tango, tango, tango sed. Yo quiero beber.)
5. Being at Mommie and Daddy's: Not because I need to self-medicate when I'm with my parents. Rather, drinking in my parents' home signifies the change in our relationship since my entrance into adulthood.
6. Sunday Funday: Heed! McGees! Now! Fourteen hours of drinking in one place on a Sunday...GLORIOUS. Suck-and-Blows + DJ Rob + 2-for-1 bombs + the NFL package + the best wings in the city = Sunday Funday.
(6.5. Look, I don't do church. But if I did, you best believe I'd be hittin' that communion wine. Holla, blood of Christ!)
7. Anything Starbucks can do, the Irish can do better: The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup; assuming the cream and sugar in said Folgers is actually Jameson and Baileys. Mmmm...Irish coffee.
8. Tailgating: Cheer, cheer for old Notre Dame! Or the Chiefs, or the Bears. Or whichever team of leatherheads inspires you to grill tubed meat in a parking lot at 8:00 am!
9. Summer in the City...: means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage. It also means beaches, streetfests, sidewalk tables on Southport... All of these demand a.m. drinking! Cheers!
10. Because I can, DAMMIT!: Nuff said.
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