Episode 116 of Whiskey n Whine is less bourbon, more brunch—and significantly more accountability.

Mike bravely (and perhaps foolishly) invites both his mom and mother-in-law on the show for an early Mother's Day special, immediately regretting every life decision that led to this moment. Armed with mimosas instead of whiskey (for liability reasons), the moms waste no time exposing decades of Mike's finest work.

We learn that high school Mike was living a double-dinner lifestyle, somehow eating at home and at Kati's like a growing boy with zero shame. Meanwhile, the next generation isn't faring much better—burning instant mac and cheese by forgetting the one key ingredient: water.

Things escalate quickly as long-buried stories surface, including:

• The origin of Mike's legendary nickname: "The Groper"
• Why he was issued oven mitts for prom night
• The "totally just friends" camping trip that absolutely wasn't
• And the time Mike accidentally took ayahuasca at a house party, mistook headlights for a dragon, and heroically leapt onto a car hood to save the realm

We also uncover that:

• Madi is still upset she wasn't invited to her parents' wedding… despite not being alive yet
• Kati runs Mike's bar with an iron fist and a reputation that inspires fear
• A 12-passenger van for 13 people is apparently a sound financial decision
• And Alex is being pressured into full cabana boy duty, whether anyone is ready for that visual or not

It's heartwarming, it's chaotic, and it's deeply incriminating.

Happy Mother's Day—call your mom before she calls into a podcast and tells your worst stories instead.

Episode 115 comes to you live-ish from a hotel balcony at the Vancouver Hilton, where the audio is questionable, the decisions are worse, and the drinks are doing all the heavy lifting.

Mike and Alex are several beverages deep at the Celebrity Dance Competition, staring down the second-to-last comp of the season and feeling every bit of it in their souls (and livers). With one final showdown looming at the Oregon Convention Center—aka their personal hell—they're hanging on by a thread… and apparently by tiny plastic clothesline clips.

That's right, a new tradition has emerged: children sneak up and clip you to show affection. It's adorable in theory, but in practice it's turned two grown men into paranoid, flinching wrecks. Things escalate quickly when Mike's mom "accidentally" gooses Alex with one, and honestly… we're not convinced it was an accident.

The day spirals in the best way possible: Bloody Marys turn into Texas Marys topped with an entire BBQ platter, which turn into beers, which obviously turn into whiskey—because hydration matters. Meanwhile, Mike and Andy are trapped at the comp until 9pm, while Alex pulls off a legendary early escape at 2:30pm… immediately getting called out for sprinting back to the bar across the street after witnessing exactly one dance.

From their balcony perch, the guys also realize they have a little too much visibility into neighboring hotel rooms. So quick PSA: if you're staying at a hotel during a dance competition, CLOSE. YOUR. CURTAINS. You're welcome.

Also discussed: missed opportunities to launch objects off the balcony with a giant slingshot, serious consideration of sneaking into the lounge to deploy a hide-a-bed nap, and the general realization that they may be aging out of this level of nonsense… but absolutely will not stop.

It's sloppy, it's inappropriate, it's mildly concerning—and it's exactly what you signed up for. Cheers. 🥃

Episode 114 kicks off with the kind of pain you can only earn—two dozen deviled eggs deep and questioning every life decision that led you there. Let's just say Mike and Alex weren't the only ones suffering…shoutout to the spouses who survived the fallout.

From there, things get philosophical. If a decades-old fast food "happy meal" can sit in a glass case looking fresh as ever…what's stopping us from weaponizing those preservatives? Is immortality just a McRib away? Introducing the newest wellness trend: Dude Spa—where instead of cucumbers on your eyes, it's cheeseburgers on your face and fries exfoliating your pores.

Naturally, this spirals into Portland sports talk where the verdict is in: the Portland Trail Blazers are absolutely not making a meaningful playoff run—but at least we've got nostalgia. The guys dive headfirst into the Netflix throwback Jailblazers, reliving the glory days of the team, including the legend himself, Rasheed Wallace—yes, the same guy whose house once showed up on MTV Cribs and whose neighborhood Mike may or may not have personally downgraded for a brief period of time.

We've got stories about the "bad boys" era, questionable road trip decisions, and why buying a mansion in Dunthorpe is a great way to go broke strictly via property taxes. Meanwhile, back in reality, Mike is embarking on his farewell tour of smoked meat greatness—one last ride through Loowit and Smokin Oak, ending (as all great journeys should) with a heroic plate of brisket nachos.

It's episode 114: equal parts nostalgia, poor digestion, and a deep commitment to making the same bad decisions again…just with better seasoning.