[Rudey]

What you refer to is medically diagnosed as "Whiskey Dick". To make sure others used that term, I searched a dictionary and found the definition:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/defin...m=whiskey+dick

Another similar condition is "Coke Dick":

http://www.urbandictionary.com/defin...term=coke+dick

-Rudey
--I love this website

Originally posted by KillarneyRose
Mitchells will always be, in my heart, the frattiest of fratty bars. I'm assuming that "fratty" is meant is a compliment, right? ('Cause when I was in college it referred to boys who would get all excited to go to a mixer, down J&C all night and then be mortified with they went too hook up with a young woman and found that his, um, equipment had gone to sleep and would not be waking up soon. Brian from Kappa Alpha Order at UVA: I'm talking to you, son. I have to give credit to Mary Lee for regaling us with some very entertaining stories when she got back from Charlottesville the next day So, I'm assuming Fratty is now a GOOD thing?????)

Anyhoo, back to Mitchells. It was a dive. A bit out of our comfort zone since it was within spitting distance from the Hill District, where scary, mean locals lived. It always smelled like stale beer, the booths were covered in red naugahyde and duct tape. But every monday night after 9, it would fill to the gills with everyone who was anyone in the Greek system. I spent my 21st birthday in the back booth surrounded by sisters and "fratty" admirers and, although I don't remember exactly how I got back to my room, I was perfectly fine and untouched. Well, except for the court jester's had that said "Kiss me I'm 21" on it

Pittsters, is this place even there anymore? It was on the corner of Center Avenue and, damn, I can't recall the cross street. Right across the street from a Giant Eagle.