Seth and I ended our 2-week streak of being Friday night Fish Fry Floozies. Like last year when we got over excited for church-style fried and baked fish and absolutely gorged ourselves, then proceeded to spend the rest of the evening burping and trading seats in the bathroom, history repeated itself. We again made a pact that we were done with fried fish until the end of lent.
We dropped by Shea and Matt's place for a few after the fish fry, with a short stop at Rob and Jacoba's in between, to help prep for Matt's art show.
Saturday was a little more eventful, with Seth traveling with friends and fools to the 3rd annual Michigan Beer Fest. Beer consumption started early in the afternoon and even though Seth ran into Miles, normally a very very very bad influence, he somehow managed to maintain just a lovely buzz all through the day and night, with no belligerence in sight. However, the rest of the group met a fate that was different altogether.
I met up with Seth, Adam, Ben "AG", and Ben's cousin at Gardella's at about 5:30, then on Hopcat for a cocktail, then to see Brooke at her bar, then to the Black Rose for a Guinness, and then to Mulligans. Todd and Nick joined the group at different points in the journey, and we left...
THIS ENTIRE PORTION OF THE BLOG HAS BEEN EDITED...(it was a funny story, but maybe not apropriate for the majority!)
The next 45 minutes were spent looking for Mike, who was "dead at yesterdog", then reading 4 pages of a book in a random coffee shop, then cabbing around grand rapids, catching catnaps on the porches of the only two places he knew of in GR before being 'rescued' by a cabbie who dropped him at the whore house of a hotel on Division.
Having all survived Saturday, we celebrated on Sunday morning by going to breakfast at Wolfgang's, where Seth read an excerpt of the beer festival article from the GR Press, only he inserted "Tang" everywhere beer was written, as Mike could not tolerate anything beer related.
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful...Seth went to see a world renowned master of Tai Chi at "Bally's" and to a movie with T-digg, and I rolled to the parents house for dinner with the fam. Not a bad weekend!
We dropped by Shea and Matt's place for a few after the fish fry, with a short stop at Rob and Jacoba's in between, to help prep for Matt's art show.
Saturday was a little more eventful, with Seth traveling with friends and fools to the 3rd annual Michigan Beer Fest. Beer consumption started early in the afternoon and even though Seth ran into Miles, normally a very very very bad influence, he somehow managed to maintain just a lovely buzz all through the day and night, with no belligerence in sight. However, the rest of the group met a fate that was different altogether.
I met up with Seth, Adam, Ben "AG", and Ben's cousin at Gardella's at about 5:30, then on Hopcat for a cocktail, then to see Brooke at her bar, then to the Black Rose for a Guinness, and then to Mulligans. Todd and Nick joined the group at different points in the journey, and we left...
THIS ENTIRE PORTION OF THE BLOG HAS BEEN EDITED...(it was a funny story, but maybe not apropriate for the majority!)
The next 45 minutes were spent looking for Mike, who was "dead at yesterdog", then reading 4 pages of a book in a random coffee shop, then cabbing around grand rapids, catching catnaps on the porches of the only two places he knew of in GR before being 'rescued' by a cabbie who dropped him at the whore house of a hotel on Division.
Having all survived Saturday, we celebrated on Sunday morning by going to breakfast at Wolfgang's, where Seth read an excerpt of the beer festival article from the GR Press, only he inserted "Tang" everywhere beer was written, as Mike could not tolerate anything beer related.
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful...Seth went to see a world renowned master of Tai Chi at "Bally's" and to a movie with T-digg, and I rolled to the parents house for dinner with the fam. Not a bad weekend!
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