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I’m NOT Drinking ANY Merlot!

One of the many great scenes in Sideways.

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Have you ever noticed that it is tough to travel outside the United States and say you are an American without getting ‘The Look’ followed by ‘The Smirk’?  Somewhere between 1776 and 2010, I suspect some fools went around the world and gave American tourists a bad rap.  Well, to help redeem our pride, I came up with some [...]

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I hate SAN FRANCISCO.

My husband and I went to San Francisco over the weekend.  What a joke!  Could people be more sarcastic and arrogant?  I couldn’t believe it!  At first, I was in denial.  Then, I realized that everyone was an asshole!   My first asshole encounter was with a tall, fedora hat-wearing hipster working at Primavera on Saturday at the [...]

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All Hot Dogs Go to Heaven

A hot dog topped with sauerkraut, mayo, and guacamole?  Heaven can’t be too far away…

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Rusty What?

What makes a Rusty Beach so tasty that a website is named after it?  Well, it is both economical and buzzworthy!  All it takes is $9.00 and you are on your way to a drunken stupor!  Bon Voyage! Designated as the unoffical starter drink of Aruba, rum, amaretto, and a splash of fruit juice mingle and tingle throughout your body.  And a little booby shake is required to [...]

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Surfs Up!

My good friend, Jason, shares his tale with Rusty Beach.  Please check out his surfboards at Detroit Surfboard Company.  If you want quality in your board, he’s your guy! Hey Rustybeachers!  By now you have seen some of the amazingly well written posts and I begged to contribute.  I mean, who else do I know that drinks [...]

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Daydreaming at Work

It’s hard to believe that I can honestly say I have seven years of professional work experience (professional, sometimes). I still remember my freshman year in high school wearing flannel and listening to Pearl Jam.  I remember idolizing the school’s heartthrob, Mike M, and waiting for him to walk by my fifth hour class.  I would never say anything to him.  Of [...]

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