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Friday, December 30, 2005

Welcome Back

Well, I'm back from the craziness that was the 2005 Alamobowl. The following is simply an annotated chronicle of our journey:

At 7:15 A.M. on Monday morning I got a wake-up call from Benson (we were planning on leaving at 6). Turns out all three of us overslept and we didn't get on the road until 8:30. The rest of that day was a wash as we drove through the worst two states in the union: Oklahoma and Texas. Come on, they should rename them Land Fill and McDonald's-Every-Five-Feet. Tuesday during the day we went to some outlet malls (I know, I'm gay). That night we went to a piano bar called Howl at the Moon. Benson met some dude who claimed he plays for Green Bay and disappeared. Hales and I decided that Billy Joel sucks and crossed the street to some random bar called Club River. Ok, this place has three sections: a dance club, a live music club, and a strip club and you can come and go between all three anytime you want. We ended up in the live music club where some cover band was playing. When they took a break we ended up talking to them, doing shots, and then composing the rest of their set list. This was also the point that I realized our waitress was fairly hot and decided to work some magic (by magic I mean guzzling scotch and maximizing the flow of verbal diarhea). After last call, Scott got locked outside of the club and I proceded to give my number to the waitress and did a couple of more shots with the cover band.

On Bowl day, HANG OVER. I didn't even drink until the third quarter and I only did it then because I needed to relieve the stress of not being able to smoke. Needless to the say the game was fantastic. I don't know if I've ever experienced a game atmosphere that could compare with it. It was about 70:30 Nebraska fans. The Michigan fans were actually pretty cool and the traditions they have at games are fucking awesome considering every single fan does them. The Texas fans that were there were an entirely different story. What a bunch of conceited fucks! I think more shit was talked between Texas and Nebraska fans that between Michigan and Nebraska fans. These assholes come to a bowl game wearing their fairie burnt orange vomit rags and acting like the game was below them. What a joke.

You guys saw the game so I won't rehash any of that. However, I will say that nobody I talked to afterwards thought it was that bad of a refereed game (that includes Michigan fans). I only heard about the referees when I talked to Seger on the way to the Riverwalk. The rest of the night was kind of a blur but I did hang out with Beau Ruud and J.B. Philips for a while and the waitresses at the bar made hooters girls look like Phi Mu's. Great times, I'll definitely be up for more bowl game adventures in the future.

P.S. Sorry about all of the late night texting.

"These assholes come to a bowl game wearing their fairie burnt orange vomit rags and acting like the game was below them."

"...and the waitresses at the bar made hooters girls look like Phi Mu's."

These are two of the funniest lines that have ever graced this blog. Great stuff.

Sounds like an excellent time!
Oh, and speaking of late-night texting...when I got home Wednesday night, Denise says:

"What the hell does 'Order Restored.' mean? Who sent me this?"

Nice work, Big Boi.
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