Aaron, his wife, Mike and Chrissy will be in town this weekend. My cell is (618)889-0069 if anyone in town wants to hook up, or get that ass whooped. Will if you call, better have some money. :P
Mike
In true high-lord fashion, we’ve been waitin’on his ass for half an hour
already.
probably morted somewhere..
How long u guys staying for? I’ll be busy on Sat, but free Sunday morning!
oh yeah ya’ll should definantly call me
HO HO!!
We are back, and it was a blast. I have full pictures, but I want to wait
until later when I’m enjoying the birthday beer to give the full report.
but here’s a little taste
Two-Fisting Single malt Scotch and Goose Island Oktoberfest, let the games begin!
-More to come-
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So Mike and I went to Chicago last year for a weekend because I+1 was on
the guest-list for a Moistboyz show. We drove up and stayed with Adam/Alth.
This year we decided to do it again for the birthday weekend. This time we
took the wives (Chrissy/Daedalus and Lesley). There had been much
speculation as to whether Blastem would gather his crew of Yooper Guards
and meet up with us or not. Finally it was decided that they might be able
to get there on Sunday morning at about 4am, so I pretty much wrote them
off and forgot about it. Well we loaded up the Honda and set out for the
land of Cub-fans and various other scooty shitheels. The drive up was pretty
uneventful. We left at about 630 and arrived at around midnight with sore
knees. We had a doob to smoke on the way up so that helped considerably.
When we arrived Adam had the garage open so parking wasn’t an issue, thank god. We all made our little introductions and shook hands all-around,
unpacked our shit and hauled it up the stairs to Adam’s pad. The apartment
was pretty much the way I remembered it except there were some weiners posted up on the couch and chairs. There were quite a few bottles
laying around and the air was pretty smoky so I figured it was some friends of Adam’s from town. So I walk in like ‘hey whats up I’m Aaron.’
They say ‘hey I’m Paul this other dude is Paul and old sourpuss on the
couch is Steve.’ I had just ridden in the car for six hours so I wasn’t too
quick on the uptake. Turns out that Paul/Paul/Steve are really Blastem
and Stump/Dorrin and Wruk. Right off the bat old Wrukus is glaring at me
from under the bill of his Miller High-Life hat. I guess I should have expected that. We had previously had a couple conversations that went like this:
Wruk: We might come and visit
Me; Good I need someone to write on with a sharpy after they pass out
Wruk: LOLZ I’m the guy who writes on people with sharpies
Me: heh, i doubt it’ll be me, how old are you?
Wruk: 22
Me: ….I’ve had ten extra years to work on my tolerance
Wruk: whatever fag i can drink you under the table
Me: heh, ok I doubt that
So you can see there was a little testosterone in the air already. We all
made our introductions again and sat down to shoot the shit. I had
brought a few beers with me which we burned through pretty fast along
with a few joints.
Adam mentioned that he had some good single-malt
scotch on hand and I knew right then we’d better make a beer run (1.beer-run if you’re pinging it)
So Paul and Adam and I volunteer to walk (we’ll call the other Paul Stump
for the sake of telling ease) to the liquor store, which is closed. So is the
next one. We get to one that is open finally. It was a weird store, triangle
shaped and full of people. I was stoked to see that they carried 3-Floyds
beers so I got a 6r of Alpha King (almost got Hazed and Infused, I don’t
know why I didn’t.) Got a 6r of Modelo Especial and a 6r of Corona for
Fisher (medios). It was the last 6 pack of Modelo and Adam promptly
dropped it on the floor, busting two of the bottles. The store was full of
laughing thugs. Paul got a 6r of Goose Island’s seasonal Oktoberfest.
The guy let us have the 4 remaining especials for 6 bucks and we started
the trek back to his pad. We returned we the beers and broke out the
Scotch.
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While opening a bottle of Maudite Trappist Ale I had brought for Adam,
I must have cut my thumb. I didn’t feel it but when I looked I had blood
running down my arm. So I fashioned what would come to be known as
the Thumb-Turban(tm) out of a foot of toilet-paper and one of Adam’s
hair-tie rubberbands.
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Turban applied, we continued to drink and talk
trash.
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Adam and me and Devil, the small cat. (The big cat, Pixel weighs 20lbs)
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Daedalus and one of the uncompromised Modelos. ^^
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Mike and Steve and Chrissy’s legs. ^^
The night goes on and whattayaknow, Wruk passes out. Joy. I knew it
would happen, regardless of his vehement denials.
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So it’s a good thing Adam and the other two Yoopers are nice guys. I
had my nuts out ready to nestle in his eyesockets when they all started
yelling at him to wake the fuck up.
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Coming out of the coma slowly. ^^
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“You weren’t really gonna do that were you?” ^^
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Daedalus regenning on Alberich’s couch.
Then we get to this part of the evening. It always happens.
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At about 4am the yooper guards departed for their Hotel. We all got up
at about 9 or 10 the next morning and proceeded to do a lot of walking.
Adam had to work so Les and the Fisher/Vickers and I all headed up town
and went to a couple museums and got caught walking on Mich. Ave in a
thunderstorm. I bitched, Fisher whined, Chrissy moaned and Lesley laughed at us all.
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I like to call this “Farts in the Car”. ^^
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We all met up again and went to the Goose Island Brewery for dinner.
I had the blackened chicken and Adam choked down the biggest damn
sausage I’ve ever seen. I wish I had a picture. Old Wrukus was in
considerably better spirits and actually appeared to be a really nice
guy when we dipped off to smoke at the bar for a while. My bad.
Lesley and I stopped to get gas on the way back to Adam’s from the
brewery and she took this picture, I have no clue why I can’t get a picture
taken of me with my mouth closed and my eyes open. They always look
like this shit.
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We all drank a lot more beer and got stoned and lectured on mud theory
and Slothmud history. I have to say Stump is one funny motherfcker.
he had me crackin’ up telling the cat and rat stories. Familiar wars.
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That night was fairly uneventful. We got drunk, Adam and Mike and I took
off walking to the 24hr taco joint. We got back, there was some drama
between M and C. It always cracks me up when someone is fighting with
their old lady and it’s not me. We got up next morning and said our good-
byes just in case we missed each other later.
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L to R: Stump(Paul) Me Blastem(2.Paul) Daedalus(Chrissy) Medios(Mike) Althalus (Adam, our gracious host) The Wrukster (Steve)
Les and Adam and the Fisher/Vickers and I decided to head down town for
a nice ethnic meal. We ended up at this italian joint. It was the single
most gaudily-decorated place I;ve ever been, but it was nice. The food
was the best italian food I’ve ever had.
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“pour me another beer or I claw your eyes out.”
We went back to Adam’s and collected our shit and rolled out pretty much.
Chrissy and Lesley were in the front this time. I may as well have just
punched myself in the balls a couple times. We were all tired, about 6
hours of sleep for the whole weekend, and hung-over. The drama
ensued, Chrissy unloaded on Mike and I and we started yelling at each
other over some bullshit when Lesley intervened with a loud STFU!
We did, there were more farts in the car and the rest of the ride was uneventful.
All in all I had a good time, it was great meeting the Yoopers and seeing
Adam again.
I still say its a finger clasp and not a thumb-turban(tm).
I forgot to mention that on Saturday we went to SuperDawg, which is like
the BEST hotdog joint ever. I had seen it featured on the food channel
and felt like I needed to go if it was at all feasible. We got there and it was
everything I had hoped for pretty much. The dogs come on poppyseed
buns that are soft and they come with jalapenos and some crazy cucumber
relish. I ate about 60 hotdogs and around 12 lbs of fries. The dogs come
with a pickled green tomato too, that shit is soo good.
!!!
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“It’s just a hotdog man, chill out.”
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Mmmmmmm
The case of the missing pics. I take it there’s another person there, Leslie, aren’t you two married now? She’s not in any of the pictures - is that by choice or accident?
Hi guys, it’s nice to see a face to go with the names :)
Charles
Remind me to Kick Adam’s ass for not telling me you guys were coming to town.
Shadis
She was holding the camera a lot of the time, it’s her camera.
That looks like a hell of a road trip, you guys should do that again next year, I’ll venture forth across the boarder from the Land of Cheese and show you ladies how to drink! Great photos!
[quote:1h6ng7h2]and show you ladies how to drink![/quote:1h6ng7h2]
Oh god here we go again.
oh hell no
don’t try that with the pros
don’t you know what happens when cheeseheads come to chicago??
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[quote:7lutjub5]don’t you know what happens when cheeseheads come to chicago?? [/quote:7lutjub5]
That’s my dog!
Go Vikings!!!
Maybe I will come up to Chicago next year.
Jim, if I do, you best show up, you married type you!
Married overworked and crippled!!!
I was sittin at home this past weekend doin nothin too
Yeah thats the thanks I get for introducing Adam to sloth
no respect i tell ya
Well it may be true that the bears have finally got their act together, but I seem to remember a day not too long ago, I think that day was the unveillng of the “new” Soldier Field, I seem to remember a certain team named after a certain animal that smells like the dumps the so frequently inhabit losing that day, oh yes the Packers owned the Bears that day my friends, lets not forget it! :twisted:
Brown Bay Fudge Packers?
Isn’t that a Ween song?
Aaron and Mike -
I’m probably gonna be down for this on the 19th or something to see cornmeal
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ya’ll gonna be around?
yeah ill be here man gimme a call when you’re otw