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Nov 2011 03

by Annarose

A column which highlights SG-worthy watering holes and the house specialities served up in them. This week we pull up a stool at The Drunken Skunk in Cheyenne, WY.

Around 6 PM last night, I got bored and decided I needed to go on an adventure. I started brainstorming places that I haven’t been yet, and since I live in Denver, CO, a road trip to Cheyenne, WY seemed like a perfectly doable adventure. I Googled “cool bars in Cheyenne” and came across The Drunken Skunk. Intrigued by the name of the bar, I got in my little 2000 Honda, Civic and hit the road.

The bar was dark but lively. There were pool tables, a fooseball table, dart boards, video games, and a boxing game. There was a stage where bands from Wyoming, Colorado, and California play on the weekends. The bar top was covered in Crown Royal’s logo and the actual bar itself has large, silver music notes stretching along the entire thing. Classy liquor and rock decor?! Count me in.

Being down the street from The Capitol building, The Drunken Skunk attracts a lot of out-of-towners on the weekends, but there was no mistaking the comfortable atmosphere created by the regulars. While I was sitting at the bar, a guy came around and asked every bar guest to come cheer on his friend as he tried to play the boxing game. His friend Ron, who I met later on in the night, is restricted to a wheel chair due to his Cerebral Palsy. Ron wanted to try the boxing game but was a bit worried about whether or not he’d be able to do it. Everyone made their way over to the game and watched and cheered as Ron successfully attempted to hit the punching bag. As I looked around I realized that there weren’t strangers in The Drunken Skunk — not for very long at least.

On tap I saw the standard beers, Budweiser, Bud Light, Coors Light, and Blue Moon as well as some of my favorites, Fat Tire, 90 Schilling, and Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy. Bright liquor bottles covered the walls, convincing me to indulge. CJ, the bartender, made me a drink called Skunk Punch, which I deemed quite fitting. Skunk Punch is bright red in color, very sweet, and definitely strong. The wildberry taste masked the liquor for the most part, but there was no mistaking the distinct flavor of Disaronno. CJ said he knew some Suicide Girls who come in and hang out there once in a while. I guess my “cool bar” instincts were dead-on! If you’re feeling a little Skunk Punch, have your bartender whip it up for you:

Skunk Punch

1/3 Skyy Vodka
1/3 Disaronno
1/3 Southern Comfort
Lemonade
Wildberry Juice
Splash of Sprite
Served on the rocks in a highball glass

Find The Drunken Skunk on the interweb, Facebook and Twitter.

Cheers!

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Oct 2011 27

by Laurelin

I have a tattoo on my arm. Well, I have a lot of tattoos on my arm, but the focal point of the whole thing is a portrait of Anne Boleyn. People always ask me, “Why her? Didn’t she get her head chopped off?” Indeed, she did. But that’s not why I have it. Back in the 16th century in England women were expected to be beautiful and ladylike at all times, they were supposed to dance, sing, stitch, and take their place next to their husbands quietly, never betraying emotion, only smiling sweetly even during the worst pain. Anne is a constant reminder of that very behavior. She changed the course of history by never allowing her king to see weakness in spirit. Even after he sentenced her to death she still kept her head high. When I want to cry, I smile sweetly and never betray my feelings. Even when my heart is breaking or when I’m terrified, no one will ever know; I know my place and it’s to never falter.

I’ve always been a fan of the phrase “fake it ’til you make it.” If you act like you know what the hell is going, on people are more likely to think that you do. This can be applied to most any area of your life — most recently for me at work; a promotion at my music club in Boston finds me off the bar and in a brand spanking new manager role which leaves me terrified daily. I have no idea what I’m doing; all these fancy bands and employees now answer to me — I have never been in charge in my life! I just fake it. Act like I know what I’m doing, and it will all fall into place and one day I won’t have to act anymore, one day I really will be this boss lady.

This mantra can be applied to relationships as well. A recent breakup (yes, I know, another one) has left me slightly damaged. I don’t know exactly where it went wrong, but somewhere during our summer in the city we lost something, and it was too far gone to be repaired. Somehow the nights of drinking hadn’t led to those talks that bring people closer together, and instead of trying to fix it, we both allowed the rope to fray until finally, something snapped. We didn’t even have time to heal; working together only a day after the breakup was like rubbing salt into an open wound. I wanted to scream in everyone’s face as I smiled sweetly and took their drink order, “Do you know what this is doing to me?!” Never once did I stumble, and neither did he.

I don’t know if it’s hard for him to see me, and I wonder if he knows that every time I smile or laugh or even talk to him that it’s all an act, every move rehearsed, planned, like a puppet on a stage. I don’t hang out at our bar as much on my nights off, but when I do, every minute spent trying not to look at him feels like an hour. Whatever guy I’m talking to might as well be speaking French, that’s how much I’m paying attention. The room is nothing but a dull roar in the background of my mind, and all I am thinking is “don’t fall.”

There’s something to be said about the way I go about things. Maybe it’s not healthy, maybe it’s avoidance, running away, a sham. Who knows? Maybe this isn’t easy on him either, and watching me just go back to my single life is equally as trying on his shot nerves. I have no way of ever knowing. All I know is that every other time I have built this wall, one day, I wake up and I’m fine. By forcing this immediate friendship I am diving headfirst into daily trauma, but I am laying the groundwork for a normal future. I have no room in my life for hate, so even if I am bursting with anger he’ll never see it.

I know one day, just like all the rest of my ex’s, I will be able to call him a friend. One day I’ll be able to look at him and not have to fake a smile that will tug at the corners of lifeless eyes. One day I will walk into my music club and not shake after I interview an employee or ask a tour manager to please pay attention and sign this contract. Maybe this is life beyond the bar scene after all, being in control and in charge of work and my emotions even though I feel like running to the bathroom in tears. Maybe this is just growing up, accepting this feeling of being scared and alone but powering though because there is no other choice but to go on, no choice but to hold your head high and conquer anything because in this life failure is not an option.

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Oct 2011 24

What’s Cooking In SG’s Kitchen? Ryker Suicide’s Pumpkin Lasagna

by Ryker Suicide

This is my take on a Robert Irvine recipe. I didn’t like his original too much, it did absolutely nothing for me. Tasted like a million other lasagnas I’ve had before. So I made some changes and the result is this incredible fall dish. So scrumptious!


Ryker Suicide in Perfect Smile

Ingredients:

  • 1 large chopped onion
  • 1 large zuchinni
  • 4-6 cloves of garlic
  • 1 lb of Italian hot turkey sausage casings removed
  • (vegan eggplant sausage also works terrific!!!)

  • 1 cup red wine
  • 1 (28 oz) can of tomato sauce
  • Fresh basil, oregano, and parsley chopped (dried also works) to taste
  • 1 lb ricotta cheese
  • 1 1/2 cups mozzarella, grated
  • 1 cup Parmigiano/Romano blend
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 cups pumpkin puree
  • Kosher salt and fresh ground pepper to taste
  • Chinese five spice (or cinnamon, anise, clove, fennel seed, Sichuan pepper seasonings) to taste (approx. 5 teaspoons)
  • 1 lb lasagna noodles

Preparation:
Sauté onion in olive oil until translucent, add garlic and continue cooking until aromatic (about 30-45 seconds). Then add meat and crumble with wooden spoon as it browns. Add zucchini, cook an additional 5 minutes and then set aside. Season with a bit of five spice (or substitute cinnamon, clove, fennel seed, Sichuan pepper, anise seed, and/or nutmeg).

In a large pot boil salted water and cook lasagna noodles.

In a medium pot combine tomato sauce and wine, bring to a boil then add salt, pepper, and herbs to taste. Set to simmer stirring occasionally.

In a large mixing bowl mix together ricotta, mozzarella, and Parmigiano/Romano cheeses. Add pumpkin puree and eggs and combine well. Season with five spice, and salt/pepper to taste.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Once noodles are cooked and drained, start to piece together lasagna as follows: 1 layer of sauce, 1 layer of pasta, then add half of the sausage mixture and half of the cheese mixture. 1 more layer of pasta, 1 more layer of sauce, and the remaining sausage and cheese filling. Top with 1 more layer of pasta and sauce. Sprinkle mozzarella, and the Parmigiano/Romano cheese blend on top.

Bake for about 25-30 minutes until cheese is melted, bubbly and beginning to brown. Allow to cool about 15 minutes before serving so lasagna can set.

Eat and enjoy!

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Oct 2011 20

by Annarose

A column which highlights some of SG’s fave watering holes and the house specialities served up in them. This week we pull up a stool at the Idle Hands Bar in NYC.

Bourbon, beer, and rock…oh my! Celebrating a one year anniversary in the East Village of New York City, Idle Hands Bar is a classy place to toss back a few brews and rock out. The libation station carries over 85 different bottles of bourbon and over 50 craft beers from across the globe. In addition, they recently partnered with That Burger and now serve some of the best burgers in Manhattan at a reasonable price (ranging from $5.50 to $11.00).

After talking with Marc Schapiro and Rob Morton, partner owners of Idle Hands, it became clear to me that their overall goal is to have a good time with delicious drinks and rockin’ music. They frequently host parties for bands and have a reputation for awesome post-concert afterparties. Prior to opening the bar, the guys worked in the music/entertainment industry with bands like Shadows Fall, Thursday, Dillinger Escape Plan, and various record companies. Marc also told me that As I Lay Dying and All Time Low have partied at Idle Hands, which just so happen to be two of my favorite bands.

Rob, the head bartender, sent me the recipe for his signature drink, the Battle of New Orleans, which is a twist on an old-fashioned whiskey cocktail called the Sazerac that Rob’s finessed with his own unique spin.

Idle Hands’ Battle of New Orleans

2oz bourbon
1.5oz Simple Syrup
Dash Angostura Bitters
Dash Peychaud’s Bitters
Touch of Herbsaint to rinse the glass

Served in a champagne coup

In a pint glass add bourbon, simple syrup, both bitters and lots of ice. Stir for 8-10 seconds to chill the liquid and impart a little water. In the coup add the Herbsaint, tilt the glass and rotate to coat the inside, and then dump the extra. Strain the cocktail into the coup and garnish with the lemon twist.

I’m planning on heading to New York City in December and will absolutely be stopping by to check out the scene. Marc told me that he is a “big fan of SuicideGirls” so I’m pretty positive that I’ll quickly become a big fan of Idle Hands. Unique bourbons, cold brews, and rock & roll?! Sounds like a party I am not going to want to miss!

Find Idle Hands on the interweb, Facebook and Twitter.

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Oct 2011 13

by Laurelin

I was sitting at the bar tonight with a few friends, waiting for my boyfriend, like always. He said he might come out, but I knew he wouldn’t. It was his birthday, and he wasn’t coming. We had had a great night out the night before, but still, I always said a relationship can be measured by the amount of time I spend looking towards the door, waiting for you to walk through it. With him, I do it a lot. In the beginning he would always come, now, not so much. I’m lonely a lot; I spend most nights alone, missing him.

It’s always the nights that you’re most vulnerable that something odd happens, and tonight was no different. My ex boyfriend walked though that door and I could have cried. All I have been thinking lately is how even though he and I were wrong for one another, he was still always there for me. Every night he eagerly came home, and, even after we knew we weren’t in love with one another anymore, he still came home and held me, still wanted to be around me all the time. We were best friends. Part of us will always be just that, no matter how much time goes by.

He had been drinking, I could tell the second he motioned me to join him at a table for two. He hugged me for a little too long and then leaned over. “I’m leaving soon, —-” he said, calling me by our pet name for one another. “I’m moving to LA, and I’m going this week. I’m not telling anyone but you, because you’re the only person I’ve ever cared about.”

A million things run through my mind before I can answer. I can’t imagine this bar scene without him. It’s true, I have created my own name in Boston, especially in the past year, but parts of him linger everywhere I go. “Bittersweet,” I think. We don’t talk much anymore, he and I. But I know that I will miss him impossibly once I know he’s gone.

He grabs my hand and leads me to the jukebox; he always wants to monopolize the music when he’s been drinking. “What do you want to hear?” he asks, and starts punching in letters before I can even answer. “I know,” he says. He plays Pearl Jam’s “Black,” Tom Petty’s “Even the Losers,” Adele’s “Right As Rain,” and Eddie Vedder’s “Hard Sun.” My songs. I look towards the door and glance at my cell phone one last time, knowing my boyfriend isn’t coming, wondering about this guy I’m with who knows me better than I know myself. I know I’ll walk home alone and sleep alone again tonight, and I know my ex has nowhere to stay until he leaves for L.A. I wait until the last of the songs play, and I go to leave.

“This might be the last time we’re out together,” my ex says.

I manage a smile. “Don’t say that,” I say. “I’ll come see you.”

“I hope so,” he says, his hand resting on my waist for just a moment. “Goodbye.”

I leave, alone, and don’t look back. I walk home slowly, and I linger on the pedestrian footbridge overlooking the city lights. Boston is glowing, and everything falls silent. I want to cry but no tears come; I don’t know how I got here, or where to go next. I could stand here and watch the skyline for hours, but I don’t. My cell phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s my boyfriend, saying he’s going to bed. “I’m sorry,” he says, for what seems like the 100th time.

“I’m sorry too,” I think, before turning away from the city lights and heading for home.

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Oct 2011 04

by Annarose

A column which highlights some of SG’s fave watering holes and the house specialities served up in them. This week we pull up a stool at Denver’s Goosetown Tavern…

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Sep 2011 28

by Tovi

A column which highlights Suicide Girls and their fave groups.


[Tovi Suicide in Afternoon Sun]

This week, Tovi Suicide takes a look at what’s cookin’ in SG’s Veggie Group.

Members: 4,336 / Comments: 32,525

  • WHY DO YOU LOVE IT?: I can always find some great recipes and inspirations in the “What I made for dinner” thread, and usually see pictures of what other vegetarians are eating! I get hungry every time I scroll through it.
  • DISCUSSION TIP: Include pictures! We eat with our eyes, whether you are veggie or carnivorous.
  • BEST RANDOM QUOTE: “You can catch more flies with agave nectar than with vinegar.”


  • MOST HEATED DISCUSSION THREAD: Definitely the “Vegetarians don’t eat meat” thread. There is a lot of debate about what qualifies as vegetarian. I think there is probably nothing more annoying to a vegetarian than someone who claims to be veggie even though they eat chicken or fish. There are quite a few misconceptions about the term vegetarian; Just the other night my waiter asked me “So, do you eat fish then?” after I asked for a veggie menu.


  • WHO’S WELCOME TO JOIN?: Anyone who doesn’t eat meat!

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