@b

A brief word of explanation: The WDT, while focused on the pursuit of inebriation, is not immune to the overpowering influence of technology. Thus, each year we set up a text messaging group called @B that allows our merry band to be in constant contact throughout the trip.

It’s simple … you subscribe to the list and, as you feel the need, you send texts that everyone on the list will receive. It is mostly used as a tool to setup various rendezvous points, and some folks who don’t make the trip use it to live vicariously, but, as the trip grows longer and the evenings later, strange and wonderful words begin to appear.

What follows is a “best of” list from the @B logs of our most recent trip. It is not in date or time order and is completely taken out of context. It’s much funnier that way.

The only constant is that each of these items was actually sent out to the entire group at some point during the trip. Names have been largely omitted to protect the less than innocent … but you know  who you are.

Enjoy!

“You should be in bed with a hangover.”

“If baby in carriage screams any louder it will break the windows. That would be good. Need some fresh air!”

We were tempted to visit the beer garden, but the “Strictly over 18s” sign on the door made us realize we were unworthy (not to mention a bit afraid to use the restroom).

Quantum Qorner:
The Science of Tomorrow Applied Today

Alcohol Induced Teleportation Part II: Stuck in the Quantum Tunnel

Special Report by Science Editor Round A.Bout

(Article reprinted from The Grey Town Gazette December 2010 Issue)
Floris Garden, Brussels, Sat Dec 11th:

Beam me up Scotty!

Preliminary experiments in September had produced enticing early evidence that spicy tomato juice might be the vital ingredient needed to facilitate that Holy Grail of quantum science: controlled Alcohol Induced Teleportation

To test the theory a special team of experts was assembled from across the globe and the group descended on the Testing Range at Floris Tequila, Brussels to conduct the experiment. Your correspondent was flattered and privileged to be invited to participate. (more…)

This is a public service announcement for bartenders everywhere. Hiccups happen to the best of us. Yet it amazes me that so few people know the simple cure.

Last night I was at the Triple Rock in Berkeley, California, and a gentleman at the bar had a terrible case of the hiccups. Seeing a drinker in distress, I asked the bartender for several lemon slices. The barkeep had never heard of this simple cure, but obliged, and the hiccups disappeared after two quick bites of a lemon slice.

Maybe this cure only works if the hiccups are triggered by drink. But I can’t be in every bar on every day, so I’m counting on you, Internet, to solve this epidemic once and for all. Spread the word, cure the epidemic. The hiccups you cure could be your own.

Double Trouble: Unintended Consequences

Quantum Qorner:
The Science of Tomorrow Applied Today

Good Allan, Bad Allan – The Enemy Within

Absinthe Teleportation Experiment creates bizarre result

Calculation error results in Double Trouble

Special Report by Science Editor Round A.Bout

(Article reprinted from The Grey Town Gazette November 2010 Issue)

Floris Garden, Brussels, Sat Sept 4th:

An adventurous experiment in Alcohol Induced Teleportation(AIT) resulted in a bizarre outcome this weekend. Renowned bon vivant and part time quantum scientist Allan Carter bravely used himself as a human guinea pig in his quest to push the boundaries of man’s understanding of alcohol-quantum phenomena by being the first person to try to attempt a controlled absinthe-induced point-to-point teleport.

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We’ve just returned from another successful World Drinking Tour Excursion, and while I’m sure there is much more to write about the entire experience I felt it important to get this one little detail down as quickly as possible.

Skippy and I were at the Delerium Café enjoying a beverage or two at an outside table in the alley. There were several empty chairs around us and, as often happens, random strangers would plop down at the table, exchange pleasantries, and then move on. But one gentleman in a particular seemed to be on a mission.He was from Switzerland, but that’s not his fault. We didn’t get his name, or if we did, it was something like Wicky, or Zubriggen or Donders … but no matter. We’ll call him Montreaux (Monty for short).

Monty plopped into a chair across from us and introduced himself. We did the same. Everyone was smiles and sunshine and drunkeness and laughter. But then, Monty turned serious.”Tell me a story about Chuck Norris.” he said to me, his eyes filled with a strange longing.

“What?” I replied … as you will.”Tell me a story about Chuck Norris.” he repeated.I was momentarily taken aback. (more…)