Something like 2 months ago a nice gentleman in Michigan had the nuts to blindly send me a huge glass boot to drink my savory happy juice from on the pretense that all I would have to do is write a review and the gift would be mine for all eternity. So, what did I do?

At first, I completely forgot to even drink out of the damn thing.

Weeks went by..

Then, finally, the night came. I was home and half lit already when I remembered, aloud, "I HAVE A GIANT GLASS BOOT I SHOULD BE DRINKING THIS BEER OUT OF!!"

You'll never guess what I did next.. I filled that damn thing up with beer and drank out of it. I know. Who saw that coming?

Unfortunately, I had no German beer laying around but the Pacifico I did have worked beautifully and another debaucherous evening was completed.

Weeks went by..

So now, wracked with guilt over the shiny glass boot that is still sitting in my kitchen, I am finally getting back to writing this review.

All in all, I can honestly say it was an enjoyable experience. Other than the fact that on the one they sent, the foot on the base of the boot was a tad too small which I know will inevitably lead to my spilling of its precious cargo, I love the damn thing and would totally recommend to anyone who is looking for some new footwear for swilling booze from.

(Although I suppose you could drink juice from it too).

That just gave me a great idea. The biggest baddest Mimosa the world has ever seen!!

Go check out BierBootHaus right now for more beer boot goodness..

Mahalo,
Lou

It's the new site I'm running!!.. Once I get the kinks worked out, I will be back, but until then.. Go! Click! Laugh! Enjoy!

Mahalo,
Roddy

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(Thanks for everything Ed & Val!)

By JULIA O'MALLEY
jomalley@adn.com

What do you call a bull moose tangled in Christmas lights and drunk on fermented crab apples, standing glassy-eyed and dizzy in the front yard of a downtown bar?

Buzzwinkle?

But seriously, the juiced moose had certainly seen better days than Tuesday, when he became a bewildered tourist attraction, parked in the courtyard of Bernie's Bungalow Lounge as shoppers clicked by with their Nordstrom bags.

"He just has this goofy look on his face," said Rick Sinnott, a Fish and Game biologist who came to check on him and guessed he'd probably eaten too many crab apples from an old tree in Bernie's yard.

"He's either drunk or in gastric distress."

Even before his crab-apple bender, the downtown moose was something of a seasonal celebrity, making the television news after he spent the weekend clumping along the avenues with his big rack, thrilling the holiday shopping throngs.

But Tuesday was a banner day for moose hijinks. It started when he stopped to nibble the trees in Town Square Park, which had recently been strung with expensive LED Christmas lights. They snagged in his antlers, and he seemed roped to a tree for a while, generating numerous calls to Sinnott's office from passers-by. After some effort, the moose freed himself, but took the light string with him, dragging it through traffic.

Sinnott sees snagged moose all the time -- Christmas lights, hammocks, swing sets. Usually the animal will pull itself free, though occasionally, for bad snarls, it will have to be drugged and untangled by biologists. Those tangled moose get tagged.

Buzzwinkle has one such tag, which means he's a repeat offender.

After Town Square Park, the moose squeezed into the courtyard at Bernie's, where he settled in a pile of crab apples and eventually assumed a disoriented stance, staring into space, snorting steam. What was on his moose mind? Was he dreaming of chewing spring buds or sleeping in the tall summer grass? Was he filled with crab-appletini regret? Hard to say.

"He's just been in the same spot since I got here," said Gina Senior, a bartender at Bernie's. "He's not really doing much except standing there."

You can't do much for a drunk moose except wait for him to sober up, Sinnott said. And he's in a pretty good place -- among Bernie's fountains and yard sculptures, behind a hedge, safe from passing traffic.

Even Sinnott couldn't resist the pull of a bad moose one-liner.

"These country moose can't always hold their liquor," he said.

~From the movie Arthur