In CA, you can buy wine/beer/booze any damn time you want, as long as the store's open. Whoo!!
Has this changed recently? CA used to have a dead zone on booze sales from 2AM to 6AM.
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In CA, you can buy wine/beer/booze any damn time you want, as long as the store's open. Whoo!!
Has this changed recently? CA used to have a dead zone on booze sales from 2AM to 6AM.
Oak Park recently opened its first wine-bar that didn't require food to be served--until just a few years ago, the rules didn't allow for liquor to be served at non-restaurants,
Ontario had that restriction for eons - which is why most have those nasty-ass jars of pickled eggs on the bar. The law didn't say it had to be good food.
That sounds like when my college instituted a "non-salty snack" rule for on-campus parties. WTF, dudes. I went to at least one party that had an open box of pasta on a table with the chips and whatnot.
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I can't work out if I think the footwear in outfit #12 (the last one) is cheap, trampy, or just clumsy.
Huh. I think it's cute and I love the colors together. I'd do it in a purple/blue/teal version. Ok...not the hat or whatever.
I'm fairly certain that during most of the time I lived in NM, there were drive through windows at booze stores. I remember even Albertson's having one.
Reason # 8 I miss Louisiana.
Drive through booze! I think they had those in LA... there are a few of the old school drive through dairies still and you can get booze there.
Gr. arg. Someone to please make the next half hour non stressy.
Oak Park was stricter than Ontario--you had to be a sit-down restaurant to be able to serve booze. The strip of bars along Madison Avenue in Forest Park reminds me of nothing more than the strip along Wells Street in Milwaukee near the Marquette campus when I was in college.
Had to go to Hollywood Bowl with clients and then drive back to Pasadena and home again.
Barely functioning. I really wanted to make latkes tonight, but I don't see it happening.
There's a place near my cousin's in N.O. where it doesn't even really have to be a bar to sell you a drink. They have kind of a walk up vestibule.
Handy for when the kid is asleep and there's nothing in the house.
ETA: It occurs to me, looking at that, that I should specify that near=next door.
My sister loved the walk-in stores with rows of booze-dispensing vending machines on Bourbon Street. When she was down there with Mom about 15 years ago, Mom was on the verge of passing out due to her intake, but Kris was still looking for another drink, so she left Mom propped up on a lightpole and went to a vending machine for another margarita.