by 13 » Tue Oct 03, 2006 11:18 am
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 **** 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.
The perfect blend of poetry and meanness..