Tuesday, June 13, 2006
The "Saint" in Saint Louis is a misnomer.
Hey guys, so judging by the comments of the last two posts, I can see that you are enthralled with my daily occurrences. Whats been going on. Well, I spent a week up in Annapolis with my brother, et al. It was a great week of eating, drinking, sleeping, and occasionally pooping. Once in a while I went outside to notice that the sun is, in fact, still shining. I kid, I kid! I took my sister to a Nationals baseball game and got great seats courtesy of a Prague buddy. Back-to-back homeruns and a big W for Washington. The only big W that should be in Washington, despite the efforts of bumper stickers (dis)gracing H2s and Land Rovers all over this country.
Portion edited. Rode to St Louis for the Cubs/Cardinals series. Went to Tommy's house and went to a couple of dive bars before making it over the the East Side. Oh how I miss East St. Louis! Actually, I miss it not. After the dirty floors, the dirty beer, the dirty patrons, there's only about 27 other dirty things that go on there. The next afternoon, met up with Hatchard and Lauber for a Chotchky's Lunch. Baked Raviolli and all. Then the game Friday night lasted 14 innings, which I thoroughly enjoyed, except for the whole 'no beer after the 7th inning' rule. After a huge win by the Cubs, we headed over to Al Hrabowsky's for some extra-inning funnery. Pretty standard warehouse divebar, except the men's bathroom has one-way mirrors facing the line to the girls bathroom, so while you're acquainting yourself with...yourself, you're acquainting yourself with the female constituency, who are waiting to acquaint themselves with themselves. It's all very incestuous or laviscious or something else with an -ous suffix.
Went back to the hotel for typical fare late night activities with Lauber, Neil, Col, Hannigan, and Jamie. Portion edited. The next day we woke up, ate, and went to the game again. Cubs blow the game open and Lauber and I spend the afternoon swigging bourbon and eating creamed desserts obtained more or less semi-legally.
After the game, we went to Broadway Oyster Bar and had an absolute blast reunioning to no end, and flirting with the waitress, who was feeding us shots. Just to make it official, Lauber and I rode in the trunk of an 18 year-old's SUV, swigging warm Budweiser. We are now back in college. We went to the bar connected with the hotel, which actually, wasn't half bad. Ate some more baked raviolli, threatened little Lauber with castration if he doesn't stay away from my sister, listened to the absolute worst rendition of "Radar Love" by Neil and Dom via Karaoke, Seriously, the worst shit ever, and watched Portion edited. Then upstairs for Imo's and more tomfoolery of the green variety. So that was St. Louis. Nothing too crazy happened, but I think we were all happy to be in each other's company again. Looking forward to much more of it next weekend in New Orleans. Come on down, whadya say. In the meantime, check out this guy, who seriously lost it.
Standard Slipknot fan actually listens to what band is saying.
Portion edited. Rode to St Louis for the Cubs/Cardinals series. Went to Tommy's house and went to a couple of dive bars before making it over the the East Side. Oh how I miss East St. Louis! Actually, I miss it not. After the dirty floors, the dirty beer, the dirty patrons, there's only about 27 other dirty things that go on there. The next afternoon, met up with Hatchard and Lauber for a Chotchky's Lunch. Baked Raviolli and all. Then the game Friday night lasted 14 innings, which I thoroughly enjoyed, except for the whole 'no beer after the 7th inning' rule. After a huge win by the Cubs, we headed over to Al Hrabowsky's for some extra-inning funnery. Pretty standard warehouse divebar, except the men's bathroom has one-way mirrors facing the line to the girls bathroom, so while you're acquainting yourself with...yourself, you're acquainting yourself with the female constituency, who are waiting to acquaint themselves with themselves. It's all very incestuous or laviscious or something else with an -ous suffix.
Went back to the hotel for typical fare late night activities with Lauber, Neil, Col, Hannigan, and Jamie. Portion edited. The next day we woke up, ate, and went to the game again. Cubs blow the game open and Lauber and I spend the afternoon swigging bourbon and eating creamed desserts obtained more or less semi-legally.
After the game, we went to Broadway Oyster Bar and had an absolute blast reunioning to no end, and flirting with the waitress, who was feeding us shots. Just to make it official, Lauber and I rode in the trunk of an 18 year-old's SUV, swigging warm Budweiser. We are now back in college. We went to the bar connected with the hotel, which actually, wasn't half bad. Ate some more baked raviolli, threatened little Lauber with castration if he doesn't stay away from my sister, listened to the absolute worst rendition of "Radar Love" by Neil and Dom via Karaoke, Seriously, the worst shit ever, and watched Portion edited. Then upstairs for Imo's and more tomfoolery of the green variety. So that was St. Louis. Nothing too crazy happened, but I think we were all happy to be in each other's company again. Looking forward to much more of it next weekend in New Orleans. Come on down, whadya say. In the meantime, check out this guy, who seriously lost it.
Standard Slipknot fan actually listens to what band is saying.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
I don't have much of an appetite
So after you see the way the truf the trick ass bitch of the One Man Show, you'll be happy to see that I have found my blog arch-nemesis up to no good once again. This unnamed anomaly might have told some of you that we went to Mexico for a 'family trip'. A confidential email has come across my desk at (Mis)Adventures headquarters to prove otherwise. See for yourself.
Longface using his thespian skills to help the insurance monster line its pockets
Longface using his thespian skills to help the insurance monster line its pockets
