I don't think anything called a cocktail can also be called manly. WHICH IS NOT TO SAY they aren't for men!

Possibly I'm conflating manly with guy-like or laddish or something, as I think about it a little bit more.

Also, we mixed moonshine with lime Kool-aid or whatever the Big Star equivilant is.

Everclear and Kool-Aid, the drink of fucked-up highschoolers.

More....frat boy. Seriously, jager and gatorade??

Anything involving Jager has frat-boy associations for me.

Where was the Chartreuse? Now that is a drink that takes some cojones to drink.

Anything involving Jager has frat-boy associations for me.

Me, too. Plus, I think it is gross. And I think frat boys like it cause it is gross, and has a funny name.

Would drinking rubbing alcohol or something else that will cause blindness be manly?

Or maybe I'm wondering if being self-destructive is manly.

Oh, and I see a lot of personals ads where the woman is looking for a "real man." Not entirely sure what that is, but I'm sure I'm not one.

Also, I'll agree that a Manhattan is a pretty manly drink, but not if it's served in that glass, where it basically looks like a cosmo.

Where was the Chartreuse? Now that is a drink that takes some cojones to drink.

But Chartreuse is awesome.

looking for a "real man."

Seems like that could mean all sorts of different things depending on the woman in question, unless she just means 'no lesbians in disguise'.

Oh, juliana!

I never remember my dreams, and yet I know you were in a dream of mine a few nights ago. In English.

I was sooooo tired, I had to put an alarm clock in order to make sure I wake up early enough (usually, if I get enough sleep, I can get along without one). Usually when I sleep with an alarm clock ticking next to me, I wake up a few minutes before the alarm clock goes off, but this time I was so tired, I didn't do even that. The screaming of the clock was what woke me up.

And then, still three-quarters asleep, I told myself, in English (!) "that's OK. juliana will do my makeup".

So I have no idea what's that got to do with anything, if the dream was in fact in English, what on earth was going on there and why, but still, you're the only juliana I know, and it was definitely you who'd do my makeup and make things OK (and, um, I never wear any makeup, too).

Where was the Chartreuse? Now that is a drink that takes some cojones to drink.

That's what I'm talking about! Grass gone bad from being wet and sitting in the sun to long, then chilled and put in a bottle. Yum!

I like Jager, but I drink it straight. Mixing is cheating.