The Grim Grieper Rides Again...
The day after polluting my lungs for the last time in a Madison bar, The Grim Grieper came to town to pay his respects.
Greg and I lived on the same floor in Turner Hall during freshman year of college. For the first semester I was pretty much convinced he was a complete jerk (which he pretty much was), and he was under the false impression that I was some sort of Eastern-Philosophy-Major-weirdo. We pretty much had little to do with each other until he walked past my dorm room and saw me watching the Joseph Campbell "Power of Myth" series (which I guess just further fed his false impression of me.) Anyway, he sat down to watch and the rest has been magic... Pure magic...
Gjgriepe in the mother-f^[{!|@ Hizzay!
Anyway, we lived together for 8 years during undergrad and medical school until residency split us apart...
...that and that lying B!@#$ of a wife, Kary! Just kidding... She actually receives the highest marks in the role of spouse of a friend. She often even prevents Greg from slipping into his "Old Man Griepes" poopy-pants mode.
Anyway, enough backstory... We went out to Genna's for drinks and ran into 2 more blasts from the past, circa 1996... Marcus Trapp and Tim Drexler.
Sexy Drexy and I were friends since first grade and roomates freshman year in the above-mentioned Turner Hall. Marcus lived on the same floor as well.
Having seen his wife make kissy-face towards another man. "Poopy-Pants" makes an appearance at the party. Bonus points for Marcus with the well placed eyebrow raise.
Later in the evening all hell broke loose.
Hollywood Hendrickson, myself, Kary, Big Brother, and Greg manhandling my brother with much excitement.
Lo' and behold, who should appear? Little Sister and Taryn complete the group photo.
No night is complete until Hollywood and Kary entwine arms and put back shots of Little Sister's "Homebrew Strawberry Vodka" at ~3:30AM.
The next day the weather was gorgeous and provided a perfect opportunity to head to campus and make a beeline for the Memorial Union Terrace...
There I met up with Little Sister and her friends who were saving tables in preparation for the evening's festivities.
When sitting for hours in the sun on the shores of a gorgeous lake in Wisconsin, there is only one acceptable course of action... Drink beer like there is no tomorrow.
For those who have never experienced Madison, WI in the beauty of summer, let me digress for a short moment...
If you ever find yourself in Madison on a warm summer's evening, do not pass Go, do not collect $200, but go straight to the Memorial Union Terrace. It is an open air beer garden (run by the University) on the shores of Lake Mendota whose natural beauty is only surpassed by it's beer selection and opportunities for people watching...
...the sunsets aren't bad either...
There is free music performed 4 nights a week. Plus you can buy bratwurst. Yes, you may call it heaven.
Anyway, this particular night, Big Brother's band (The Cash Box Kings) was playing. During the set break the City of Madison's fireworks display across the lake was visible.
The music and fireworks were great...
...and further enhanced by the fact that beer was served in 64 oz. servings.
I manned the merchandise table for Big Brother's band, and to increase sales I had Taryn model one of the baby-doll tees they had for purchase. Her attractive display caused a respectable bump in sales, but not to the level I wanted. The only possible remedy was...
...to model the merchandise myself.
In comparison, Jamie looks positively scrawny modelling his chicken arms in the baby-doll tee. He does, however, get extra credit for 2-fisting the "Ole 64's."
Post-flexdown, I headed out in smoke-free Madison with Big Brother and the Grim Grieper (along with the rest of the crew.)
Hollywood Hendrickson, Joe, Grieper, and Kary pose at Genna's.
An interesting natural phenomena... whenever I drink an Old Fashioned, I am compelled to pull out poses that are reminiscent of Bob Harris advertising Suntory whiskey.
After wetting our whistles, we headed out to the street where Joe and I performed an inspired piece of celebrity worship. Earlier in the day we had been talking about Tom Cruise's freak-out on Oprah (don't ask me why) and through the power of the internet watched the highlights online. We had been quoting the whole thing all evening, and finally decided to do a dramatic re-enactment of it right there on the street. If you haven't seen Tom go bonkers, I would suggest checking out the video on the link above first. Otherwise, here is our interpretation with comparison screen captures...
I have to say, I am pretty proud of how this turned out. Mind you, Joe and I were doing this all extemporaneously after having seen the freakout only a few times. It is a testament to the magical powers of Tom (and Scientology) that we were able to match his moves so well. If you've got the time and bandwidth, check out comedian Dane Cook's impression of the whole thing from the Jimmy Kimmel show...
After a night of beverages and celebrity impersonation, late night Casa Bianca is mandatory.
Kary carves a path of destruction in the land of pizza.
Greg and I lived on the same floor in Turner Hall during freshman year of college. For the first semester I was pretty much convinced he was a complete jerk (which he pretty much was), and he was under the false impression that I was some sort of Eastern-Philosophy-Major-weirdo. We pretty much had little to do with each other until he walked past my dorm room and saw me watching the Joseph Campbell "Power of Myth" series (which I guess just further fed his false impression of me.) Anyway, he sat down to watch and the rest has been magic... Pure magic...
Gjgriepe in the mother-f^[{!|@ Hizzay!
Anyway, we lived together for 8 years during undergrad and medical school until residency split us apart...
...that and that lying B!@#$ of a wife, Kary! Just kidding... She actually receives the highest marks in the role of spouse of a friend. She often even prevents Greg from slipping into his "Old Man Griepes" poopy-pants mode.
Anyway, enough backstory... We went out to Genna's for drinks and ran into 2 more blasts from the past, circa 1996... Marcus Trapp and Tim Drexler.
Sexy Drexy and I were friends since first grade and roomates freshman year in the above-mentioned Turner Hall. Marcus lived on the same floor as well.
Having seen his wife make kissy-face towards another man. "Poopy-Pants" makes an appearance at the party. Bonus points for Marcus with the well placed eyebrow raise.
Later in the evening all hell broke loose.
Hollywood Hendrickson, myself, Kary, Big Brother, and Greg manhandling my brother with much excitement.
Lo' and behold, who should appear? Little Sister and Taryn complete the group photo.
No night is complete until Hollywood and Kary entwine arms and put back shots of Little Sister's "Homebrew Strawberry Vodka" at ~3:30AM.
The next day the weather was gorgeous and provided a perfect opportunity to head to campus and make a beeline for the Memorial Union Terrace...
There I met up with Little Sister and her friends who were saving tables in preparation for the evening's festivities.
When sitting for hours in the sun on the shores of a gorgeous lake in Wisconsin, there is only one acceptable course of action... Drink beer like there is no tomorrow.
For those who have never experienced Madison, WI in the beauty of summer, let me digress for a short moment...
If you ever find yourself in Madison on a warm summer's evening, do not pass Go, do not collect $200, but go straight to the Memorial Union Terrace. It is an open air beer garden (run by the University) on the shores of Lake Mendota whose natural beauty is only surpassed by it's beer selection and opportunities for people watching...
...the sunsets aren't bad either...
There is free music performed 4 nights a week. Plus you can buy bratwurst. Yes, you may call it heaven.
Anyway, this particular night, Big Brother's band (The Cash Box Kings) was playing. During the set break the City of Madison's fireworks display across the lake was visible.
The music and fireworks were great...
...and further enhanced by the fact that beer was served in 64 oz. servings.
I manned the merchandise table for Big Brother's band, and to increase sales I had Taryn model one of the baby-doll tees they had for purchase. Her attractive display caused a respectable bump in sales, but not to the level I wanted. The only possible remedy was...
...to model the merchandise myself.
In comparison, Jamie looks positively scrawny modelling his chicken arms in the baby-doll tee. He does, however, get extra credit for 2-fisting the "Ole 64's."
Post-flexdown, I headed out in smoke-free Madison with Big Brother and the Grim Grieper (along with the rest of the crew.)
Hollywood Hendrickson, Joe, Grieper, and Kary pose at Genna's.
An interesting natural phenomena... whenever I drink an Old Fashioned, I am compelled to pull out poses that are reminiscent of Bob Harris advertising Suntory whiskey.
After wetting our whistles, we headed out to the street where Joe and I performed an inspired piece of celebrity worship. Earlier in the day we had been talking about Tom Cruise's freak-out on Oprah (don't ask me why) and through the power of the internet watched the highlights online. We had been quoting the whole thing all evening, and finally decided to do a dramatic re-enactment of it right there on the street. If you haven't seen Tom go bonkers, I would suggest checking out the video on the link above first. Otherwise, here is our interpretation with comparison screen captures...
I have to say, I am pretty proud of how this turned out. Mind you, Joe and I were doing this all extemporaneously after having seen the freakout only a few times. It is a testament to the magical powers of Tom (and Scientology) that we were able to match his moves so well. If you've got the time and bandwidth, check out comedian Dane Cook's impression of the whole thing from the Jimmy Kimmel show...
After a night of beverages and celebrity impersonation, late night Casa Bianca is mandatory.
Kary carves a path of destruction in the land of pizza.
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