Wisco Love
The same day the resident retreat ended I hopped a plane for a quick visit to
the great state of Wisco. It was pretty much a perfect trip...to wit:
First up was a jaunt home to Whitewater, where my sainted mother made
a great birthday dinner and the requisite German Chocolate cake.
Best... Mom... Ever.
Grammy McNeil was there...
...along with Little Buddy and Olin...
...Big Daddy...
...and let's not forget Jane.
Next up I went over to Joe and Jess's and hung out with the gang. Kate and
I logged some serious time on the jungle gym.
Aiden-bot, Uncle Carl, and Kate.
If nothing else, the Coburn kids sure know how to work the accessories. Here
Kate sports a stylish, yet functional, hat...
...and Aiden rocks out in the frog galoshes. Flippin' sweet.
Later in the evening, I drove up to Madison and met up with Little Sister
and her friends at the Essen Haus. This place is a germen beer hall that has
a live polka band playing 7 nights a week. It is otherwise known as heaven.
People pack the place on the weekends, lusting after hot accordion players,
crowding the dance floor to show off their mad polka-skillz, and...
...drinking large quantities of beer from ginormous boot-shaped glasses.
Playing "The Boot" is pretty much a surefire way to ensure you are going to
feel a little under the weather the following morning.
As you pass the boot around the table, everyone must take a drink, making
sure not to violate anyof the intricate rules: The boot must never touch the
table... you must "ping" the side of the boot before and after drinking... you
must drink with the toe of the boot pointing outwards, and avoid the splash
from the bubble that forms in it's tip...etc...
Any transgression means you have to throw a dollar in the pot.
Whoever finishes the boot makes the person who sipped before them buy
the next bootful (with help from the money from the pot.) This means you
have to calculate how much the next person in line can drink to make sure
you're not stuck with the bill. Ellen's a true professional, so I was forced to
push myself to the limit before she got a chance to finish me off.
Lil' Kim aint so bad herself.
The next day we scored tickets to the Badgers vs. Indiana football game, and
headed down to Camp Randall Stadium. Joe and I payed rightful homage to
Barry...
...and then headed into the stadium for some Big Ten action.
It was a beautiful fall day, and the Grateful Red were out in force.
Highlight of the game = bratwurst with kraut
The simple beauty of it all makes me tear up. I love you sweet sausage prince.
Our cheering section included Big Brother, Little Sister, and Ellen Findlay.
Me and the sibs. Extra bonus points for noticing my old skool Pabst Blue
Ribbon cap.
Band Nerds!
Wisco 41 - Indiana 24. Go Badgers!
On the way out of the stadium we saw these three guys sitting on the lawn,
scoping out all the coeds walking by. They were in their sixties, and the one
on the right was flaunting his ample, pasty white, hairy belly in the sun. I can't
wait until I reach the age when I can get away pulling off that sort of thing. I
dared Ellen to go over and ask if she could pose for a picture. We actually struck
up a conversation with them, but then chickened out before asking for a photo.
Much love and respect for Bucky Badger...
...as well as Ellen's sweet steppers.
Later that night we went to the Crystal Corner Bar to see Big Brother's band,
The Cash Box Kings, play a rocking show.
Kary and Greg drove down from Rochester, and Javier joined the crew.
Get a load of this fuggin' guy.
the great state of Wisco. It was pretty much a perfect trip...to wit:
First up was a jaunt home to Whitewater, where my sainted mother made
a great birthday dinner and the requisite German Chocolate cake.
Best... Mom... Ever.
Grammy McNeil was there...
...along with Little Buddy and Olin...
...Big Daddy...
...and let's not forget Jane.
Next up I went over to Joe and Jess's and hung out with the gang. Kate and
I logged some serious time on the jungle gym.
Aiden-bot, Uncle Carl, and Kate.
If nothing else, the Coburn kids sure know how to work the accessories. Here
Kate sports a stylish, yet functional, hat...
...and Aiden rocks out in the frog galoshes. Flippin' sweet.
Later in the evening, I drove up to Madison and met up with Little Sister
and her friends at the Essen Haus. This place is a germen beer hall that has
a live polka band playing 7 nights a week. It is otherwise known as heaven.
People pack the place on the weekends, lusting after hot accordion players,
crowding the dance floor to show off their mad polka-skillz, and...
...drinking large quantities of beer from ginormous boot-shaped glasses.
Playing "The Boot" is pretty much a surefire way to ensure you are going to
feel a little under the weather the following morning.
As you pass the boot around the table, everyone must take a drink, making
sure not to violate anyof the intricate rules: The boot must never touch the
table... you must "ping" the side of the boot before and after drinking... you
must drink with the toe of the boot pointing outwards, and avoid the splash
from the bubble that forms in it's tip...etc...
Any transgression means you have to throw a dollar in the pot.
Whoever finishes the boot makes the person who sipped before them buy
the next bootful (with help from the money from the pot.) This means you
have to calculate how much the next person in line can drink to make sure
you're not stuck with the bill. Ellen's a true professional, so I was forced to
push myself to the limit before she got a chance to finish me off.
Lil' Kim aint so bad herself.
The next day we scored tickets to the Badgers vs. Indiana football game, and
headed down to Camp Randall Stadium. Joe and I payed rightful homage to
Barry...
...and then headed into the stadium for some Big Ten action.
It was a beautiful fall day, and the Grateful Red were out in force.
Highlight of the game = bratwurst with kraut
The simple beauty of it all makes me tear up. I love you sweet sausage prince.
Our cheering section included Big Brother, Little Sister, and Ellen Findlay.
Me and the sibs. Extra bonus points for noticing my old skool Pabst Blue
Ribbon cap.
Band Nerds!
Wisco 41 - Indiana 24. Go Badgers!
On the way out of the stadium we saw these three guys sitting on the lawn,
scoping out all the coeds walking by. They were in their sixties, and the one
on the right was flaunting his ample, pasty white, hairy belly in the sun. I can't
wait until I reach the age when I can get away pulling off that sort of thing. I
dared Ellen to go over and ask if she could pose for a picture. We actually struck
up a conversation with them, but then chickened out before asking for a photo.
Much love and respect for Bucky Badger...
...as well as Ellen's sweet steppers.
Later that night we went to the Crystal Corner Bar to see Big Brother's band,
The Cash Box Kings, play a rocking show.
Kary and Greg drove down from Rochester, and Javier joined the crew.
Get a load of this fuggin' guy.
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