Drinks for New Years

Now gents, much can be said about what a man drinks, how he drinks it, and where he drinks it. Backyard BBQs, college parties, and tailgating is a no brainer as you bust out your favorite can or bottle and pop a top. And sure, most times at the bar you're going to grab a $1 draft and tell the cutie behind the bar to keep them coming. But, keep in mind those times when you want something different either because it has been that kind of day, maybe it's a date, or maybe crushing 20 beers in front of your boss isn't the best idea. Luckily for you, I'm here to fill you in on a few drinks that will save the day, because if you get to the bar and don't know any other drink besides a cosmo or sex on the beach...you might as well wait outside for your mom to pick you up.



The Martini..Bond, James Bond

Gin, Dry Vermouth, and an olive.

Drinker beware, vodka is sometimes a replacement for the gin if you so choose. But as the ingredients tell the story, make sure you order high quality liquor because that's all you'll taste with this one. And because of that, make sure you can handle this drink...nothing like wearing that pressed suit, ordering your martini, shaken not stirred, and then grimacing like a child after the first sip. Now, you'll never see me order this..why? Because after I down it and order up that $1 PBR, whatever cougar was heading my way will pass me by for the bathroom. Notice the cougar in that sentence, because drinking a martini around the rest of your gals and girls, who are throwing darts and playing buck hunter, well that just doesn't belong.



The Gin and Tonic


Gin, Tonic water, and a lime (EDIT BY BREEZY: and if you play your cards right, James Bond himself will be your wing man. THAT'S how good gin and tonics are; one second you're some 40 year old schmuck and the next, you're banging smokeshows all while Mr. Bond ditched his Martini. Seriously, sometimes I think we help you guys out too much.)



If made well, this is a very good and very smooth drink to enjoy. After one sip, you'll either love it or force it down because after what you just paid, you're not giving it away. You also won't be wondering...hmm whats in this, or what was that citrus flavor? It's either the gin or the lime, and it's a great combination.

The 4 J's and Coke

Jim, Jack, Johnny, and Jose. Sure, you filled this into bottles to sneak into high school dances, and at the end of the semester, you had like what...4 empty handles under your bed? Why, because it's simple, easy, and tastes great. It also says that you don't need tons of juices, slices, or an umbrella in your drink...you want some booze with a little coke to get things goin. Word to the wise: you're ordering the booze and not the soda..so please ask for your booze and coke, in that order. My favorite: Jack and Coke.

Well, I hope these suggestions will help you in your future endeavors. They will surely allow you to look AND drink like a man, and hopefully impress whoever it is you're accompanying. Please beware that while tasty, these bad boys will end your night quicker than it began. And lest we forget what our mission was in the first place...

Merry Christmas

From everyone here at Be Manly, Merry Christmas. I hope Santa was able to get you that MacBook Pro, Digital SLR, new software for your ECU or whatever else the pile of mush inside your head that you call your brain desires. While I am never choosy when it comes to presents, I'm not gonna lie Santa disappointed me this year. First, Rachel McAdams (star in Wedding Crashers, Mean Girls and the second worst movie in the world, The Notebook)was not under my Christmas tree. Can you say "Classy"?





SIDENOTE:[The worst movie in the world goes to Twilight and whatever spawn or sequel stems from it]

Santa also let me down when I had to spend Christmas in New Jersey and I never got to see any guidos. Listen, I realize not all of Jersey is like "MTV's" Jersey Shore, but when I go out to the bars, I expect to see some guidette like Snookie getting rocked in the face by some 6'6" Steroid injected elementary gym teacher. I'd post the video here, but unless you live under a friggen rock you should know what I mean. I did however see some guidettes at the gym running on some treadmills. In preparation for this, I wore my "Vermont" T-shirt. It worked perfectly as a repellant; the little gears in their heads turned over and over as they tried to figure out what state Vermont was in [*hint* it IS a state] and thus they were distracted from actually talking to me. Anyways, this marks the end of our vacation here at the blog. As always expect some quality posts from myself and chays to help you guys ring in the New Year and New Decade like a man.

P.s. The Athlete of the Decade was given to Tiger Woods, even after his whole 3 week ordeal. And I couldn't agree more with the choice. He absolutely fucking owned everyone in the world of golf. Just in case you forgot, he won the masters by 15 STROKES! Even on one leg he was able to win the U.S. Open. I feel bad for Rocco Mediate. He's an all around good guy and handled himself like a champion throughout the tournament and even when he lost. He's a class act, and y'all should take some notes on how to compose yourself when things don't go your way because Rocco gave you about a books worth of material. But, no matter how classy the Rocco was, when you're godly at what you do like Tiger, no one stands a chance.

Long story short, I don't give two shits about how many people Tiger cheated on his wife with because it doesn't change what he did on the golf course. I can go on and you can feel free to argue with me face to face, but be prepared to get crushed. Frankly, THIS blog isn't the place for the discussion and I'm to lazy to type out everything. Tiger is an idiot for cheating on his gorgeous wife, but when you're worth a billion dollars don't tell me you wouldn't be tempted. Shit even without the money, everybody cheats. But enough of this TMZ shit, call me when Tiger wins another Green Jacket at the Masters next year.

Quality over Quantity

Alright folks, I hope your thanksgiving break and dinners were awesome. I've said it before and I'll say it again, there's nothing better than celebrating the complete and utter destruction of an entire culture, with tons of food and some football. That being said, the football games sucked as they always do. I understand that the Detroit Lions have ALWAYS played on Thanksgiving, but they fucking suck. They haven't had a winning season in 1020934034 years. Where is Barrack Obama too? I mean WE voted you in because you promised "Change", well "Change" the NFL lineup on Thanksgiving and give me some rivalry games. Thank god for college football and Colt McCoy though for giving me something exciting to watch, I can only deal with family for so long.

You know what also sucks, I fought for the rights to get the wishbone versus my Dad and I won. Yet none of my wishes came true. I was REALLY banking on getting married to Taylor Swift. Shit fell through. Nonetheless, let me sound like an adult for a second, be thankful for everything you have and don't worry about what you don't. I would've been thankful for Taylor Swift but instead I had to settle for cooking our Turkey a manly way...

That's right. We used an engine hoist to hold the turkey as we dipped it into a deep fryer... Alright so maybe I didn't, still a fucking great idea. Thanks to Jalopnik.com for the photo.

Lastly, I want to apologize on behalf of me and Chays for the lack of writing, we know you readers are eager to get our opinion and knowledge on current events, but Finals are here and shit has to get to done. That being said I also got H1N1, so I've been laying low. And I know what you're saying, "Breezy, aren't you like Zeus and fucking untouchable". Well that's what I thought too, but sometimes you have to get knocked down to know what it's like to get back up. I did some research though and found out who started H1N1. It was this bastard...
Anyways to all of our readers, thanks for being patient. Like I said we have big things coming up, some new writers, and always new articles just waiting to get written. We take our shit seriously and it will always be Quality over Quantity. Till then, enjoy a picture of Taylor Swift, my future ex-wife. Cowboy boots have never been hotter.