The Lost Weekend is the annual man trip to Chicago to see the Cards-Cubs series, drink cheap beer, and bet on who’s most likely to die that weekend. For the 3 years that I’ve been a part of it we’ve spent most of our time drinking and dancing at Sluggers and the Cubby Bear. This year was a little different. At the urging of Oldangerous to go check out “the country bar” we found ourselves at the Houndstooth Saloon. After a few cocktails I looked up and saw this:
A sign supporting my favorite team - the University of Alabama!
I looked around again and saw various flags, signs, and tshirts hanging around the bar. After grilling the bartender it was determined that this was the official bar of the Chicago Area University of Alabama Alumni Association. At that time I knew I would never leave. We spent about 2 hours there Friday and what must’ve been 6 hours there Saturday. The place was filled with screaming, dancing Alabama fans, warm 40’s of Bud Light, and the best country DJ I’ve ever heard. I’ll be back. In fact I might just have to buy the place and run it myself.
The rest of the weekend was fairly typical - calling each other gay, eating disgusting Chicago Pizza, staying in a dumpy motel, and reenacting West Side Story. Nobody died, there was very little vomiting, and we all successfully caught the plane and made it back to St. Louis in one piece. Until next year!
September 22nd, 2008
When we were in college my roommate Jon and I could drink all night long. Beer, shots, vodka, whiskey - it didn’t matter. Sit it in front of us and we’d drink until 6am with you. This weekend Jon and I went to LA to visit our friends Laef and Allison and I realized something had changed. Maybe we’re getting older but we just couldn’t seem to party as long as we used to.
Here’s some action shots from separate nights in LA:
Jon starts fading (night 1)
Jon falls asleep with a beer in his hand (night 2)
Jon in the worlds most uncomfortable position (night 3)
Jon takes a time out at the bar and is oblivious to Allison
Not to be outdone Allison decided to hammer 8 bottles of sake and pass out in the sushi restaurant.
Which reminds me of her last visit to St. Louis (at Lumiere Place)
You’ll notice none of these include pictures of me. There is some rumor of me falling asleep with a full beer in my hand and then spilling it on myself but with no photographic evidence I doubt it happened.
Update: You can read Allison’s account on her blog.
August 21st, 2008
This weekend I’m heading off for a well deserved and long overdue vacation. The walls of my cubicle are closing in and I’m ready to spend some time outside.
This is going to be a fairly unusual trip since It’s going to be a two part, bi-coastal, 10 day vacation. First I’m heading off with the fam to Orlando to stop by EPCOT for some drinking around the world and possibly to the Magic Kingdom or Universal for some coasters. Then we’ll head to Miami to chill on the beach, drink fruity drinks, and gawk at the models.
After I’ve had my fill of family time (which shouldn’t take long) I’ll be jumping on a cross country flight to LAX for a college roommate reunion. 3/4 of the team will be there — me, Laef, and Jon. We’ll have to be sure to call Chris and remind him he’s stuck in some mid-Missouri shithole while we’re stalking Lindsay Lohan. This part of the trip doesn’t exactly have a finite itinerary. I just have written down: 1) Dodgers Game 2) General Debauchery. The rest is just details. I’m sure Laef’s fiance Allison will be a major instigator. Pray for my liver.
No posting here for the next 2 weeks or so. I *might* be updating twitter from the iPhone but who knows. You can keep up with my tweets here:
twitter.com/ndoz
Peace out biotches!
August 7th, 2008
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