"Hangover therapy" companies have started cropping up recently, with many of them charging hundreds of dollars to cure a morning-after headache. Is it worth it?
We rode with paramedics on Australia Day eve. Nothing happened but we got a backstage view of modern Australia.
Australians love drinking, and they love Whistler, BC. Unsurprisingly, Australia Day in Whistler was a magical event.
I've put off dealing with my bad credit for years now by ignoring 1-800 numbers and continuing to rack up debt. But then I had a thought: What if I could trick myself into fixing my credit by throwing myself a party?
I knew I had a drinking problem, but I thought moderation could be the cure. I was wrong.
I went for pre-match pints with Hibs supporters who, unlike their English counterparts, can't buy alcohol in their stadium.
Every once in a while you have one of those nights that exceeds every expectation you had. The kind of adventure that, while it's happening, you're pinching yourself to check if it's still real.
Every weekend thousands of people flock to the area to enjoy its historic wonders, bars, and red light district.
Photographer Scot Sothern remembers some of the weirdest New Year's nights he's had, starting with the time he and his friend destroyed a symbol of the South for no reason.
Other than perhaps the day after your birthday, there is no other date that is as consistently shitty and depressing as December 31.
On paper Madonna's new album sounds ridiculous, but Rebel Heart perfectly captures the crises of 2014, making the record Madge's most relevant in 16 years.
Christmas isn't always a special time. Especially when family, drinking, and poorly refrigerated meats are involved.
JD Wetherspoon, you deserve far more affection than you're given.
John Bonham reportedly had 16 vodka shots for breakfast, but doctors say that for most people that "meal" would be a suicide attempt.
The Dellwood Lounge remained unscathed through all the unrest. Maybe the people on the street were just as afraid of what was behind the plywood as the men on their barstools were of the chaos outside.
We sent Theo Cottle to Leicester Square—London's prime destination for fans of cheap souvenirs and overpriced steak restaurants—to drink cheap booze and point his camera at strangers.
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When a friend showed me a forum thread detailing some of London's lost, dreadful clubs, I found myself through the looking glass of a time before student promoters and Uber discount codes.
It's hard to argue that teen drinking ever accomplishes anything of substance, but this week, underage boozing actually seems to have prevented a tragedy.
Since I wrote about my drinking problem a few weeks ago, I've decided to cut back. When people ask me why, I tell them that the way in which I was living was untenable. I receive mostly blank stares.
I drink until there is nothing left to drink, and then I often drink some more. I can go for days without food in my apartment, but I can't stand the thought of existing in a dry household.
They still like to get embarrassingly drunk while playing humiliating drinking games and taking endless photos of themselves to prove their having a good time, so it looks like everything's the same as it always was.
Businesses are still hurting, and possible tax hikes on alcohol to plug Egypt's strained public finances might mean more pain, but this country's alcohol industry has been here before.
I remember a bottle of Bacardi rum, going to a party, stripping naked, following my stiff wiener, and chasing girls around.