Last night LosDogg and I went up to Milwaukee to have some fun with Wirkusswhazz and Parker. Parker was, as always, wrinklely and fun. Wirkuswhazz was non-grumpy and a terrific host/guide. We started out the evening with a competitive game of Scrabble. Wirkuswhazz talked a big game, but in the end Arlo went out of tiles with R-E-E-F with me holding my dick and a J. Wirkuswhazz was stuck with tiles also and the final was Arlo (185), then Zach (172), then Wirkus (171). After all that boasting he came in last place. So sad at his age, really. We drank some High Life while we played, and right before we left to go out again I had a shot of absinthe that Wirkuswhazz still had from when he went to Europe.
We took Parker for a walk and getting the “lay of the land” around the Milwaukee River. Wirkuswhazz showed us where adventures along the river’s shore could be had. We took Parker back to the house and went to the hottest, trendiest nightspot in Milwaukee: the redroom. There were no customers, only us and the bartender. Since no one was around to hear me but my friends, I launched into a soul-cleansing tirade about the state of Politics in America. After a while, the bartender informed us that George W. Bush should be imprisoned for War Crimes for starting a Preventative War (which IS illegal in international law). I love drinking in bars near colleges.
Our small group of drinkers did a whirlwind tour of the bars-in-houses of the Brady Street area. We were able to see pretty much the whole Packer MNF game, which was great by the way, and get ripped on $5 pitchers of High Life. Milwaukee rocks. We stopped at Wolski’s (alas, I did not Close Wolski’s), went to Wirkuswhazz’s favorite bar (all I can remember is a big J on the awning), and then hit up Pizza Shuttle for some dinner. Pizza Shuttle sells any food you could want while drunk. They also had $4 pitchers of MGD. I was happy that I could continue drinking while satisfying my tummy.
We walked over to Club Brady to play some Golden Tee Classic and finish watching the football game. Wirkuswhazz bet me that I couldn’t do better than -5 on the Rancho of Classic. I ended up tying for best score with a -18. In the game I had an eagle hole out from 170 yards out, and a hole-in-one. Just when they showed the records that I had got, Arlo and Wirkus flailed at the trackball in murderous jealousy and changed my name from RAJ to QQJ. I hate those fuckers.
After the game we went back to Chez Wirkus because the dog needed to go out for a walk and I had to take a massive drunken dump. Wirkus said I was in the bathroom for a half hour, which I don’t quite remember. After resting my butthole by sitting on the fluffiest cushion on the couch, I was ready to go back out for more. It was about midnight at this point, and Arlo was passed, as we say, the fuck out. So Wirkuswhazz and I left to go to Halliday’s Irish Pub to meet with Sean and Kristen, who had driven into town from Waukesha (i think). We had quite a nice conversation with them until the bartender politely came up to us and asked if we could head to the door because he was going to close down. We politely followed his wishes.
I don’t remember much after that but I woke up this morning on WWhazz’s couch, so I guess we must have gotten home at some point. There was also a door-decorating contest in WWhazz’s dormito– I mean, apartment building. We were really excited about winning until we found out that it wasn’t just the 30-odd people living in that building, but the thousands of units all over the city that the one management company owned. We were less enthusiastic then.
So TDAC 2003 seems to be on schedule for December 26th, 2003. Looks to be a fun time (again) this year. Dinner at Waves, drinking to follow at Moneypenny house, then drinking to follow that out and about in the town of Racine, WI. Holler back, young-un.