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...Xiqun, 22, runs a tiny shop selling soft drinks, beer, toothpaste, hot sauce, instant noodles, cooking oil and toothpaste. She and her 28-year-old fiancé had planned to marry this year. Then the earthquake struck, flattening their house and burying their wedding nest egg, which they had just withdrawn from the bank. At the time, money was the last thing on Luo's mind. "I wanted to live," she says, as she stands inside her store wearing a puffy orange jacket to ward off the chill. "No one else in the same building made it out, but somehow...
...this for pirates: we wouldn't have St. Patrick's Day without them. Ireland's patron saint first set foot on the Emerald Isle after being captured by corsairs, so we can at least thank the skull-and-crossbones crowd for green beer...
...from the House’s morning festivities to the field as a means of further extending the revelry and ensuring that at least some students attend. The new rules indicate that while the tailgate will still be entirely keg-free, HoCos will be allowed to serve beer and wine to students who are over 21 years old, a change from the last Game at Harvard, when alcohol could only be purchased in designated spaces. Even this allowance of legal alcohol consumption, some HoCo chairs said, may not substantially affect students’ drinking habits. “It?...
...something crazy—they go to a football game. In extreme cases, they might even attend a pep rally. In light of this, FM decided to quiz people on just what they’re planning for this sporty weekend. 1. Favorite Pregame Drink: a) Mimosa - 38% b) Beer - 56% c) Moonshine - 16% 2. Method of Juice Smuggling a) Flask under my Harvard beanie - 25% b) Little sister’s Dora the Explorer backpack - 24% c) 10 shots of Smirnoff should keep me warm till halftime - 51% 3. What time do you plan to go to the Game...
...arrived in town a few hours earlier than my boyfriend, so I ducked into a divey-looking bar in the heart of the French Quarter called the Copper Monkey (725 Conti Street; 504-527-0868) for a beer and an awesome burger. The toothless gentleman to my right regaled me with tales of the chef training he received in Angola (the state penitentiary, not the country). When I tried to buy him a drink, he waved me off, saying, "Women don't pay for beer down here," and sent one my way. I was really starting to like this town...