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The staff from Boston's WeeklyDig (one of those free alternative newspapers) goes around to a bunch of bars and chronicles their exploits. You get everything from how much drinks cost to what the jukebox is playing to how crowded it is. They're calling it "Five Drink Minimum," so you know they aren't just stopping in for one Labatt's and heading home for the night. Some of their stories are pretty hilarious. These couple of paragraph are some of my favorites and give you an idea of how funny this is:

Drink 4: We’ve since moved up to the bar, and Greg, who’s having a birthday, buys a round for us. What was once walking room is now filled by a sea of Von Dutch hats and stylish purses. Mike, a very persistent BC kid, guesses my age to be 28—always guess low, you asshole—and I call for another drink.

Drink 5: Guinness. My new Irish friend buys the fifth Guinness, and I’m sitting at a table where the conversation is so heavily accented I can only pick up parts. I realize I have no idea where my friends are and drunkenly scan the room. Another round of Guinness arrives. For fuck’s sake. --RACHEL AHRENS

WeeklyDig : > FIVE DRINK MINIMUM