It started snowing yesterday in the early afternoon and continued well past dinnertime. The result was a wet blanket covering the city of Racine. Luckily, the City of Racine sprang immediately into action; they sat back and feasted on Thanksgiving leftovers with a zeal last seen when I was 12 and they failed to cancel school the day the temperature hit twenty below zero. Arlo (yes, Arlo!) suggested that perhaps Racine was now too poor to get some plows out on the roads. As he said that, a plow truck came barreling up a croos-street towards us. A plow truck with no plow attached. Whoopity-doo.
Arlo, wwhazz, and myself went to Waves. Mike remembered us and our first round was on the house. Two other folks came in and sat at the bar, and soon a rousing game of Drink This! started up. We were offered sips of #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, and #6 in turn. Each drink was a different mixture of fresh-squeezed orange juice, tangerine juice, vodka, orange-flavored rum, and cranberry juice. The bar had just recently won a gigantic juicer on eBay, and they were excited to test it out. After trying numbers one, two, and three I actually ordered a #2 (fresh-squeezed tangerine and vodka) and it was great. The lunacy started when someone suggested we take numbers one through six, pour them into a blender, and name that a “One-Through-Six”. That plan produced three glasses of 1-6, and that’s how I got my second free drink of the night. Later on, we were served a drink (a #8, I think) and weren’t told what was in it. We all tasted it and found it pretty good. Then we were told that it was “SoCo, watermelon Pucker, and orange juice.” I thought that was hilarious and laughed for about five minutes. Now, a day later, I’m not sure what was so goddamned hilarious about that; maybe I thought it was funny I was served not one but two liquors surrepticiously that I would never otherwise drink.
Afterwards we went to IVANHOE! on Main St. Joel, Jamey, Jared, and Kim showed up. By this time I was fairly drunk, and just in time Arlo invented a drinking game using only a World Atlas we found on top of the old-timey piano in IVANHOE!
The Game: One person chooses a city somewhere in the world. The other players have to guess the continent its on. Each player who guesses wrong has to drink. The chooser has to say “Drink!” in a disgusted manner. Once the continent has been established, guessing continues as to the country that the city resides in. Whoever guesses the correct country gets the World Atlas to choose the next city. Supplemental Rule: if the city is in the United States, then there are two extra layers to the game. Next the group has to guess the Time Zone (which I fought against), then they have to guess the state.
After I was good and drunk on CAPTAIN & coke, Arlo wanted to play foosball. Arlo & Wwhazz VS. Moneypenny & Jamey. While the first game was close, the second and third were blowouts, even with the fact that wwhazz hated every second of it.
A quick stop at the old haunt Taco Bell on highway 20, then we were off to home to eat in Aaron Moneypenny’s basement abode while watching TV. Shortly thereafter wwhazz hit the road to get back to Milwaukee and Parker, and I hit the hay.