It’s time for some foreign news from the international country of France. Why are we returning to this country of delinquents who spend their days protesting, smoking cigarettes and sucking down coffee? Because the French have strange, baseless laws about wine, laws that we follow here in D.C. for no other reason than that they exist and they encourage bars to give out wine for free on the third Thursday in November. According to French law, new batches of the special French wine Beaujolais Nouveau, cannot, for Important Reasons, be served until the clock strikes midnight tonight.
Where to drink this contraband French Wine in D.C.:
- Bistrot Du Coin: The party at Bistrot Du Coin is known for getting out of control. And here’s why: starting at midnight, they serve bottomless glasses of Beaujolais Nouveau, free. The party starts at 11 p.m., but be warned: they have a one-in-one-out policy and this is a popular event. Be prepared to wait.
- 1905: The consumption of contraband wine is certainly one activity that the hipsters won’t be sitting out. Brightest Young Things are hosting a Beaujolais Nouveau party at 1905. Cost is $10, but the wine will be available for no additional cost starting at midnight.
- Embassy of France: Because there is almost always a charitable element to every expensive event that involves alcohol, the Beaujolais Nouveau celebration at the Embassy of France is a fundraiser for the French-American Cultural Foundation and the French-American Chamber of Commerce. The $70 ticket includes appetizers, three glasses of the wine, and a chance to win a trip to Paris.
- Alliance Francaise Cultural Institute: Drinking contraband wine early Thursday morning is difficult for Americans, which is why the Alliance Francaise is hosting their Beaujolais Nouveau party on Friday night from 6:30-9:30 pm. The $35 ticket includes wine, cheese, and, yes, the chance to win a trip to Paris.
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Have you cleared this with Bill O'Reilly? You wouldn't want him coming after you with a loofah, would you?
Aujourd'hui, on est tous des français. Ce sont des bonnes nouvelles pour McCain, aussi.
Aujour'hui, si j'etais Francais, I would boire du Beaujolais Nouveau and bang une belle blonde. Then I would smoke a Galoise and feel smug.
Sadly I am not French so today sucks.
Have I mentioned the common courtesy to speak English?
Fuck the English – speak 'Merican!
Imbéciles ne parlent plus de seule langue. Le monde est grand. Embrassez!
Peut-être je vais boire du Beaujolais Nouveau, mais plus probablement je
boira Syrah d'une boîte.
do you want fries with that?
I just want cigarettes
Enjoy your Freedom Wine, you modern drunkards!
In NYC we go out to La Guardia to get a bottle and get a free grope from TSA on the way to the tarmac.
Aw drunken kitty is cute.
These days its contraband submarines as well as wine: http://www.lemonde.fr/politique/article_interacti...
Arielle has been in the wine already, maybe at the Emassby.
One of the most fun nights I have had was volunteering at the French emassby (now you've got everyone doing it, Arielle!)'s beaujolais nouveau party. Yes, we had to wear crappy aprons which identified us as the help, but after enough glasses of wine, the class distinction melts. Also, I got placed at the Orangina table, which was not very busy considering that everyone was there for the vino, so my friend and I were able to take turns raiding the cheese and pastry trays.
I just want to reach through my monitor screen and scratch that kitty's adorable spotted belly (and steal his wine).
And he would rip your hand to shreds, as they always do when you go for the belly. (which reminds me of Calvin and Hobbes, which makes me sad. That was the best strip ever)
No…he's too sweet looking. My cats dig having their bellies rubbed.
Mine does, too, except when he suddenly becomes overstimulated and does the Insane Slasher Cat thing.
I have one that will walk up to you and fall down, presenting her belly to you in the hopes of being scratched. After about 5 seconds, the Insane Slasher Cat trait kicks in. Fortunately, she's been de-clawed.
But us stupid humans fall for that trick everytime.
Face it.
Cats can't hold their liquor like dogs can.
In vino, veritas. In much vino, veritassinine.
Speaking of the French. Local radio nobody Neal Boortz (I know, nobody does) was bloviating today about how fucked up America is because of Barry and citing a Frenchman (Alexis-Charles-Henri Clérel de Tocqueville) as his source. I am amazed at the mental gymnastics these jaggoffs will execute to try to keep the Rubes in line.
In related news the uncorking of the November batch of Wild Irish Rose will be held in front of pretty much any liquor store on Georgia Ave on any day of the week from 12 noon to whenever. Just follow your nose to find an official server.
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