A new month is upon us in 51 minutes and I will be back on my regular grind with the posts. Here is a quick trip interruption to bring you the best one-two punch in brewed beverage history:
The activities on Thursday could potentially be summed up by this photo:
So awesome/frustrating/exhausting/adventurous that you just look up to the sky with your arms slightly askew and get a little dizzy until you realize its vacation and if you don’t die, it makes good stories. Mickey and I got Thai food and sucky iced coffee (suck it Starbucks) and then Alex and I went to the Shedd Aquarium, got a ride from the tow truck driver to the Art Institute (I hope his boss doesn’t read this) and then got dinner and some olde town pub while we waited to get her keys back from the driver which we left in her car. After a few drinks at some Wicker Park joint, sleep beckoned as did another A.M. flight the next day.
The delay in between postings can be directly attributed to me being on vacation and having a super good time. I am going to post one picture from each day of the trip.
Wednesday was crucial because I got to see Annie and get lunch at the best burger place ever, Kuma’s, and washed it down with an extremely enjoyable midwest beverage of choice, Pabst Blue Ribbon. Wednesday afternoon Mickey and Greg picked me up and we got some bevvies and hopped on the train to meet up with old friends (Nick), new friends (everyone else) and saw the White Sox win at U.S. Cellular Field. I miss Mickey’s guts and we had a great night.
What a great start to vacay tonight. Absolutely crushed in softball, final ended up being I think 21-8. We grabbed a handful of delicious brews at Victory afterward, I came home to a new pair of Jordan VIIIs and finished packing and caught the Gamecast and highlights of the Royals comeback. EPIC.
As my blog proposal the first time around has not yet generated a response, I have decided to cultivate other opportunities and extend another proposal to Ms. Rashida Jones. Lord have mercy.
I’ve always wanted a motorcycle since the first time I rode with my Uncle Barry when he had a super boss Honda Gold Wing with helmets that had built in radios and headsets so you could talk to each other and listen to Oldies 104. Granted, I am not fit’n to go buy a cruiser like that, but I have always been drawn to the simplicity of bikes made by Indian and smaller Harleys. A couple years back I saw a mid 1980’s Harley Davidson Sportster and it was decided then that if I ever owned a motorcycle it would be a 1984 Harley Sportster, as seen below:
Edit: I received multiple complaints that this link did not actually go to the video I intended it to, so I am going to alter the link and give it another try.
My political views remain held closely for the most part and keeping in tune with a light-hearted blog, I saw this clip at work today and LOLed. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. His demeanor and laugh and delivery when he says “Whassup John?!” is definitely the best part.
Editor’s Note: This is post is in relation to the Story Hour guest post from Joel earlier today, so read that if you haven’t.”
The whole time I was editing Joel’s post and working on posting it, this song was playing in my head. It’s a shame to admit that I listened to this band, among other super cheesy emo bands in the early aughts of this century. I guess I’m ridiculous like that!