Not only a good idea, but these guys actually pulled off a really great prank on Harvard students. We could definitely do this next year if we really felt like it. Watch the video if you can - Gary Glitter in all his glory.
If you have ever read "The Sports Guy" on ESPN, he does these running diaries for specific events (i.e., Super Bowls, World Series games, etc.) that are pretty good if you can follow along or relate. With that in mind, and a lovely Friday night drinking beer and watching TV alone, I did one of my own. Check it out. It is kind of long, but whatever. You kids have fun tomorrow at the Wake game. My aunt it getting married, so I will be there instead. Cheer on the seniors for me. Despite the current record, they have been the most successful seniors in the history of Maryland football. Have fun!
Everybody have a good time today and please drink extra for me!
I lifted this from another blog. The author of this blog seems to operate on about the same level some of us operate. The fact that the Pub Crawl was deemed the "ODB Memorial Pub Crawl" is evidence of this. Anyway, it has a scoring method for a bar crawl. Neat.
So we managed to survive our road trip to Blacksburg & Ohio State. Miraculously. I am sure I will leave some highlights out, but here goes anyway.
Wednesday
-The Beer-dar is fully functional
-Two of us sleep on the couch. We haven't even gone anywhere yet. An auspicious beginning.
-Without a doubt, the absolute best T-shirts ever. "We Must Protect This Crack."
- Drunkest person of the night: I don't remember.
Thursday
-There is a flask. There is rum. Someone who may or may not have been me requests the largest size Egg Nog Milkshake available from McDonald's. Add rum. Mix with John. Good times.
- Arrive in a cow pasture to tailgate (this is not a joke). The cow pasture is also on the flight path of the airport which could not be more than a mile away.
-First game of beer pong, perhaps the first shot Tunde knocks over 3 cups.
-VaTech fans yell at Chad for pissing in a field. Um, hello, we are in a cow pasture.
-For whatever reason we have the most populated tailgate in our parking lot. I blame beer pong.
-Pretty cool football stadium.
-The most atrocious half of football I have ever been a witness to. We are gone at halftime. We are some of the last from the MD section to leave.
-Pat and I decide to yell at one of the ROTC guys sitting next to us. He is surrounded by 300 or so of his friends. We have had better ideas. The spirit of Paige Burton lives on.
-During our tailgate we attempt to procure things we should not, invite people sleeping in their car to stay in our hotel (I believe the chose their car), intercept Ron or whatever his name is, & refer to a younger woman as "a fetus."
-The ride to downtown Blacksburg is harrowing, and involves a turn that is about 179 degrees and over a curb.
-They have big cheap beers at whatever bar we were at.
-Fred Durst
-Take a 90 minute tour of the greater Christiansburg/Blacksburg area.
-An exchange at the hotel:
"Give me your car keys & I will give you a key to the room."
"I already have a key to the room."
"No you don't, you gave it to me."
"Oh, okay."
-3-4 am trip to Denny's by some of the party.
-Chad manages to take off his shoes but sleeps in a baseball cap & knit hat.
-Drunkest person of the night: Pat.
Friday
-Vanity Plate: USED CAT
-The Beer-dar is functioning. Boo alcohol content restrictions.
-Really cool Ohio State Hall of Fame bar.
-Conversation with a man in silver & red face paint & giant red wig.
-Watch a Jerry Springer Episode break out at the Pacers-Pistons game in a bar. Lots of oohs & aahs.
-Tunde playing skeeball.
-Pondering what to use our tickets on. Openly considering nail polish before acquiring handcuffs. Mind you, it is a group of four guys.
Saturday
-One of few people tailgating in our lot at OSU-Michigan game.
-Seeing man in silver & red face paint & giant red wig. I wonder if he slept that way.
-Successfully scalp tickets to the game.
-Getting yelled at by chick in football helmet with microphone about beer pong shirt.
-Pretty cool football stadium holding over 100,000 people.
-The dotting of the "I" in Ohio.
-Michigan fan holding sign that says "Ohio, learn how to vote."
-Intermittently entertaining & perplexing cheers by fans.
-Watching fans rush the field.
-Liquor store near hotel which carried Jell-o, & plastic cups for Jell-o shots. Convincing Chad not to buy liquor dispensing statue where the liquor flows from a simulation of the statue urinating.
-Absolutely delicious meal at a place called Hoggy's.
-Tunde requesting Coors Light blimp.
-Tunde receiving Coors Light blimp.
-Walking into Damon's, not making it past the hostess stand before deciding to leave.
-Finding Derby's, a local's bar in a strip mall.
-Guy in pink Cubs shirt & pink hat with girl in pants covered with zippers.
-Female acquaintance of pink guy streaking across bar and shoving zipper pants girl to the floor.
-Tunde dancing by himself.
-Tunde dancing with others.
-$100 dollar bar tab. For four of us. Beers were like $2.25. Ugh.
-Drunkest person of the night: I am going to call it a tie between Tunde & myself. It should be noted that upon returning to the hotel I was outfitted with a knit hat and a lampshade covering my crotch, neither of which I was responsible or conscious for.
Conversation between Casey and my Mother:
Mom: (Something about having three glasses of wine the night before).
Casey: You had three glasses of wine? You're such a lightweight, how did you stay standing up!?!?
Mom: I was driving, I didn't have to stand up.
Me: (laughs balls off).
Nothing special. Just that there weren't any posts this week, so I decided to put one up. Time to go home and have a beer.
Look like I'm having a baby girl!!!! It's revenge for all the ladies I treated bad...
Seriously though, I'm really excited about it....can't wait until March
We're going to name her Natalie
He told me to tell you...duh-duh-duh.
One less awesome, insane, maniacal son of a bitch around. Too bad.
I believe there may be a few orders for this piece of fine engineering. (courtesy of Fark)
Someone give me $24.95.
You're welcome.
Now you really can fear the turtle. Yikes. FARK, of course.
Other people filter crappy vodka through a Brita filter. Glad to know I'm not alone.
So if you're a guy, and you see this McDonald's ad from Japan (featuring a sexy chick dressed as a clown for those who don't click)... is it sexy or just scary? Either way, it's interesting. In other news, having tomatoes on a burger is a big deal in Japan. Go figure.
I am posting this Dave Barry article only because it cites something that appeared in Easton's Star Democrat. I am sure all of Easton is proud.
Did you write this Chad? Anyone? The anger just comes flying at you...
Golden Boy, Olympic swimmer, arbitrary superlative, Baltimore native Michael Phelps was arrested for drunk driving. That is what it is, but I believe the real question at hand is: What is more shocking? The fact that Michael Phelps was arrested for drunk driving or the fact that Michael Phelps was in Salisbury. Also note that he has a 2005 Land Rover and it is still 2004. No fair.
Check out Peter Gammons' latest column on winter happenings in baseball. If nothing else, check out the table of Yankee contract commitments for '05 and especially '06. There are very few teams that can float these kind of deals for these many years for even a few players (Boston and LA come to mind), but the Yankees have close to a quarter of a roster of such players. And now that Giambi deal (13M to 20M!?!) looks like a ball and chain.
Mr. Tony is returning to the radio on Wednesday. And I am happy. He is so classic. Still getting it done. In the past, have I derived an inordinate amount of happiness from this show? Probably, but I don't believe I am the only person who reads this website that did.
so, in reminiscing of my younger days, i decided to pop in "the samples" cd i had made of their mp3s back in college. i was listening to it and remembered the lyrics of their song "carry on". check them out...
trusting is one thing i don't know when it comes to the campaigning man
but i'll meet you at the election when i vote for the hope of this land - carry on
just take a good look around you, the ghettos begin at your feet
there's a family of six through the window, looking way down at you on the street - carry on
maybe more people should have been listening to them...just echoes the things we've been discussing with regards to the election and which party would have helped the less fortunate, etc. granted these guys are from vermont. =)
Article from the Diamondback about beer pong. In case you didn't know, I Heart Beer Pong.
Everyone has Bush at 269. He's ahead in at least three states and the popular vote by three and a half million - it's over. For all of us.
Over 1100 Americans have died in Iraq for no good reason. No president has seen more jobs disappear since 1925. Fewer Americans have health care with every passing day. The average wage is going down, while the cost of living is going up. Veterans, college students, and the elderly are all suffering from dramatically reduced assistance. In the last four years, this country has gone from a surplus to a 174 trillion dollar deficit. Large businesses are receiving tax cuts while outsourcing to anywhere else in the world. No president in history has ever spent more time on vacation. No president has held fewer press conferences. Homosexual couples are not legally recognized, and soon abortions will be illegal. Basic civil liberties are metaphorically vanishing, while wetlands and forests are doing it for real. No human being - in the entire history of civilization - has been the subject of larger or more frequent protests. And over half the country just decided "four more years."
We laugh a lot of stuff off. We make a lot of inappropriate jokes. For all of us, I feel our senses of humor are our coping mechanisms. But not for me, not with this, not anymore. I am really, truly, utterly dissapointed in this country. I'm not angry, I'm not sad - I'm just tired of it. This culture of stupidity, obesity, and consumption is one step closer to collapse, and I have to feel that now, with all seriousness, I am welcoming it. We have earned it.
I honestly expect another "terrorist" attack. Stopping "terror" depends more on addressing American foreign policy than on metal detectors, wiretaps, ID badges, and color coded mandates. This administration will continue to do everything wrong. After this next building falls over, or a couple of blocks of downtown-wherever morphs into rubble, there will be more war. There will be a need for more people to go out and catch bullets. There will be a draft. Maybe I'm too old, maybe college could save me: but you can bet I'm not fighting for Shell, Monsanto, and Lockheed Martin.
Kerry isn't completely out of tonight's picture...but he's getting there. I know he's no savior. He's not the revolutionary that would make everything right, but I truly believe he'd have been a step in the right direction. He would at least try. Maybe Bush will be the end of us all, as poverty, disease, and Middle Eastern retaliation gangbang us into disaster. Maybe we'll stumble through it. Regardless, I have nothing left. No more rage. No more jokes. Just honest fucking heartbreak. I have never voted before today: I never felt like it was important. After this, I don't know if I'll ever think it could be again.
All Hallow's Eve, or whatever the hell some artsy person smarter than me would call it. Roy and I began the evening sitting on the couch, myself dressed as a sailor, Roy as a pedophile. I mean Eagle Scout. The uniform originally belonged to Rick. Everyone put on your surprised face. At some point I decided to drive to Fells Point. Then I drove to Canton. Then I drove to Delaware, where I was finally able to find a place to park. The guy I suspected was going to ask me for money liked my costume. And didn't ask me for money. Someone explain to me the kind of person that would wear nothing but a jock strap as a Halloween costume. Sure it is supposed to be one of those Jackass characters, but do I really want to start the evening looking like I got hammered, did something stupid, like putting on a jockstrap and passed out? How about you just puke on your shirt, draw all over yourself with black markers, piss in your pants and then go out for Halloween as a passed out frat boy. Note to self: Dress as passed out frat boy next year. Watching Rick trying to swallow Zorro's sword is high comedy. Remarkable restraint of the gag reflex. I am really glad we talked to the guy wearing a striped dress shirt with a unitard over it. Really. I am. To guy in unitard: "What are you dressed as?" Guy: "A wrestler." To Guy: "Why do you have a dress shirt on?" At this point the conversation becomes hazy, but I will assure you that I was not impressed with the response. Perhaps someone else can help me out with that part. The consensus amongst the females seemed to be that Judy's shirt made her boobs look good. Chris went as Johnny Damon for Halloween. If you didn't see him, he clearly dressed as a park ranger of some sort. Khaki shirt, long pants, Crocodile Dundee hat, belt with various utilities. The whole get-up. To paraphrase a comment from random person: "Dude, you're Johnny Damon." So in a bit of revisionist history, Chris went as Johnny Damon dressed as a park ranger. If you look so much like someone culturally relevant, that even if you dress up as something else, people assume you are said relevant person, perhaps you should just go as Johnny Damon. A girl gave me a condom that said "Support Your Seamen" or something on it. Then told my why it was appropriate because I was dressed as a sailor. Thanks for clearing that up. Regardless, it is still cool to receive condoms from random women. Not nearly as cool if a guy were to give you one. Especially if that guy is Roy and he is wearing and eagle scout outfit. How obnoxious must a girl be if I will not buy her a drink. Pretty obnoxious. I had been drinking. This person was relatively easy on the eyes. I can be made pliable with feminine wares. And yet, still no drink. Why? Because it was painfully obvious that you wanted a drink and nothing else. No interest in me outside of my vending machine potential. Not even for idle conversation. Give me a smooch, do what you will. I am an oak. It also helps that I heard you and your friends discussing your plan to extract booze. I am standing right here. I can hear you. And the unrivaled highlight of the evening is a conversation overheard walking down the street. Guy 1: "You were hitting on two ugly chicks." Guy 2 with a straight face (I am not making this up): "I was practicing."
Some stories just write themselves....
BERWYN HEIGHTS - A 53-year-old woman who poured gasoline all over her body and lit herself on fire off Route 193 Friday in an apparent anti-abortion statement died early Saturday morning in Washington Hospital Center.
Way to make your point, moron.