Daav
Daav likes drinking late at night. It gives him ideas. Like, ‘Hey everybody, let’s start a drunk blog!’ Or, ‘I bet no one would even notice if I shaved my eyebrows off!’ He’d like to say he can drink with the best of ‘em, but only if said ‘best of em’ discluded his Dad and his brother, because either of the two make Daav look like a teetotalling jackass pansy when it comes to the Olympic Sport of Filling Your Face With Alcohol (coming to Bejing in 2008).
What follows is a list of Daav’s drinks of choice, from the late-starting age of eighteen to the present: beer, rye, beer, shots (courtesy of four months employement at Nashville North), beer, cider, rye, beer, rum, the intoxicant of his own mortality, beer.
Daav loves you. With all his… Oh. Daav just vurped. Daav needs to be excused.
Jogre
Jogre was born in Toronto, spent his childhood in Bramaladesh, and rounded off his education in Waterloo.
One of the cofounders of Wasted Time, Jogre chooses to waive the fancy-shmancy WSYWIG interface of WordPress to type in HTML, because he is a nerd.
Of course, he’s a sexy nerd (according to some of his friends), and enjoys the mutant power of perfect typing when he is under the influence. A shout out also goes to his hat, which renders him invincible.
Jogre values his friendships, and looks forward to many, many interesting posts on Wasted Time.
Jager Bombshell
Jager Bombshell, not surprisingly, enjoys a good Jager Bomb. Or two. Or seven. She was a big fan of the Growers Nectarine Cidar until the Hockey Jersey Party of ‘06, most of which she does not remember. She enjoys Smirnoff Ice, except that one time that a mere three of them had her vomitting on her wing woman’s front porch (which she maintains, to this day, is proof that someone must have slipped something into her drink, as she can usually handle more than three measley drinks!). She is acquiring a taste for both red wine and beer, especially when it is free. She absolultey loves Quail’s Gate’s late harvest reiseling, the kind that is grown with the fungal infection of soem fungus that starts with a “B”, but which she has no hope in hell of spelling even when she is sober, so she is not going to try now that she is drunk. She is vehemently opposed to 151, rye & ginger and scotch (which she has only tried once and agrees that it is possible that that was just a bad scotch and may, someday, try scotch again). Jager B has a propensity to pop vitamin supplements (and insist others take vitamin supplements) while drunk as she has a phobia of vitamin defiecieny. You dont’ want to get megaloblastic anemia, do you?
Jager Bombshell prefers if you call her Dr. Bombshell, thank you very much.
Jager Bombshell has the munchies.
Miek
Miek is a GTA lifer and now resides in Mill-Town. Not one drop of liquor entered his bloodstream until June of 2002 when he was already 27 years old. But when it was finally introduced something special was discovered. Apparently, allowing his organs to fully mature (especially the liver) has granted him with a great gift for drinking. He is able to mix Hard Liquors together without ill-effect. Beer before Liquor, never sicker? Miek is walking (or crawling) proof that this is not always the case. Volume and speed of consumption is never an issue. When it comes to beer and mixed drinks there isn’t one that he fears.
But even Superman isn’t immune to everything. Miek’s kryptonite is Champaign. The smallest drop of the bubbly stuff guarantees a summoning to the white throne room in the morning. The fine taste of wine is lost on him due to his level of maturity. He prefers beer, shots and mixed drinks. Smirnoff Ice ‘Green Apple’ has been officially labelled as ‘Dangerous’ (but tasty). Not afraid to stoop into the world of 40oz Malt Liquors (OE, Colt 45, Shlitz … it matters not). Only known survivor of the ‘10 Long Island Iced Tea incident’ – Vegas 2004.
Most of Miek’s drinking occurs with friends, normally around some sort of game of cards (Poker, Wizard and Euchre being the most popular). It is rumoured that drinking improves his poker game. He states that it keeps him loose and unpredictable, hard to read. No financial records can be found to support these claims.
Sarsh
Sarsh is writing this biography while on a mini-break. That should come as no surprise, as she likes nothing better than going places and imbibing while there. Especially trying out the local booze. Although “50″, her current companion (pronounced cinquante chez elle) could really be considered a ‘local’ drink in Northern Ontario.
Much like her husband, Sarsh has had a few ‘go to’ drinks over the years (some FAR more embarassing than others). They were: high alcohol-content beer, screwdrivers, Mike’s Hard Lemonade, White Zinfandel (no judging; she was young), Goldschlager, Sambucca, Keith’s, Amaretto sours, Jag, red wine, assorted Belgian beers, Canadian ales, Rum and Diet Coke, Maple Cream Ale, and port. She is nothing if not an equal-opportunity consumer of sweet, sweet ethanol.
Sarsh thanks the moderators for the chance to blog on this fine website. The fact that she can now justify her overindulgence certainly does wonders to alleviate the usual Catholic guilt associated with such behaviour.
More profiles to be added soon…
