I stopped by the Rejection Hotline party last Friday at Front Page News in Little Five Points. It was a decent party, I got one phone number. Amazingly, it was not the number of the Rejection Hotline.

worst. beer. ever.

At any given event sponsored by a beer company, the hotness of the marketing floozies is inversely proportional to the tastiness of the beer. At this event, the Edison beer marketing floozies were smokin’ hot. Therefore, I stuck with my usual Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. However, Herb, being a very media savvy guy, was kind enough to buy me an Edison. Before I discuss the finer points of Edison beer, I want to make clear that Herb is a cool guy and I appreciate the thought.

That said, Edison is a vile disgusting concoction that made me want to puke my fucking guts out. In order to avoid committing a party foul, I drank the whole thing. It was horrible. I had to immediately pound a Sierra Nevada to get the awful taste out of my mouth. At least shitty beers such as Bud Light, Miller Lite, or Lone Star Light have no flavor. And believe me, no flavor is far preferable to rotten flavor. In conclusion, to paraphrase Paris Hilton, light beer is for fat people.

even more revolting

At the end of July, Atlanta gets pretty fucking hot and humid. Since it is in the south and all. Unfortunately, a few revelers hanging out on the patio at this party forgot to apply anti-perspirant. No matter how well dressed a given person is, giant pit stains are fucking nasty. They look especially gross on hot women.