Drunk Tuesday: High End ~ V.I.P. ~ Exclusive

It's hardly begun, but what a week we've had already. Sunday night's Golden Globes saw Richard Linklater's 12-year undertaking Boyhood walking away the big prize. For a few hours there we were all united in admiring Chrissy Teigen cry face, contemplating Jared Leto's modern man-braid, and beating that Amal is Too Good for George dead horse just a little bit more.

In other (breaking) news Zooey Deschanel announced that she is expecting her first child, which we expect to pop out a sporting a printed pussybow blouse.

Most importantly, the final season of Parks and Recreation premieres tonight on NBC. What could be better than a little Snake Juice to facilitate simultaneous celebration of new episodes and tears in our popcorn over what is truly the end of an era? Our beloved Tom Haverford describes the Snakehole Lounge's signature beverage as "a bunch of alcohol" mixed together with sugar, coffee, "and some other junk...and it kind of tastes like Kahlua."

You could always try your hand at making your own snake juice. We suggest coffee, rum, vodka, and brown sugar. If you come to master the basic recipe you might take it a step further and make a more complex cocktail as suggested Snakehole Lounge mixologists themselves: 

SLITHERY RUSSIAN

This tastes like if a hot Russian spy and a badass snake got it on... in a world where fictional woman-on-snake hookups were pleasing, and could somehow be served over ice. 

1 oz SnakeJuice 
1 oz vodka 
1 oz cream 
Splash of Sweetums High-Fructose Corn Syrup 
1/4 cup of ice 

Combine ingredients and shake well. Sip slowly and slither over to your prey.

Enjoy

Top 7 Films on my To-Watch-List & the Art of the Pre-Award Season Cram Session

by Maria

I could not tell you the last time I went to the theater to see a movie. For a preteen or adolescent of the early aughts, East Louisville's Cinemark Tinseltown was the place to be at 8:30pm on a Saturday. But times have changed, teenagers have changed, I've changed, and everyone who's anyone has Netflix. When I entered my late teen years and loitering in the multiplex parking lot fell out of vogue, I began to regard myself somewhat of a (pseudo-)intellectual and seasoned film buff and nothing at all was lost. Only in the last few years have I completely fallen out of touch with modern cinema. The impending award season serves as a stark reminder of just how fundamentally uncool I've become.

The annual sense of panic triggered by the announcement of Golden Globes inspired me to create a system in years past, in which I prioritize and binge-watch as many critically acclaimed motion pictures as humanly possible before one gilded statue is given to Daniel Day Lewis again. Of all the films or performances with nominations I've only had the pleasure of seeing The Grand Budapest Hotel, The Theory of Everything, and Gone Girl, all three of which I enjoyed. The next seven on my list are under the cut.