January 14th, 2006 - To Chicago! This time with Clarkson, Monaghan, Roachie & Russell
Ryan Roach called me up sometime during the
week and sold me on going to Chicago to scalp Bears tickets and generally live it up. The Bears tickets never happened, but I still had a great time &
everyone else would agree if we would have stayed in a motel. Fuck it
though, I'm grimy as it is and sleeping in a cargo van didn't bother me at all.
Guess we need a role call if we're going on a road trip: Ryan Roach enjoying the High Life...
Clarkson & Roachie finished said two-four of High Life before Michigan ended.
While Roachie & Sean Clarkson were drinking what they wanted; I gave Monaghan the proposition of drinking Camo if I bought it and he took me up on it.
Monaghan living the 9% Malt Liquor High Life, complete with 5 x's.
Russell can only play bingo & buy porn in Canada but man can he take down the Camo in Michigan...I was thinking my $1.69 would be worth it to get Monaghan trashed, but Russell took the bullet instead.
I was questioning Monaghan bringing some random; but Russell was definitely a great add to the trip as it added some youth and excitement...he also may have had the quote of the trip:
"Look at this van, I was thinking like an old Caravan...what are we going to a Zeppelin concert?"
Clarkson was salty as usual, but he was loosened up a bit by finishing aforementioned two four.
Lastly the driver Navi; driving 4 sauced people for 5 hours should have been worse, but it really wasn't that bad. Singing the entire 'Good News for People Who Love Bad News' album at the top of our lungs was actually fun.
Plus I can't complain at all because Clarkson had to endure 5x worse on the way home being tired with me just annihilated and bothering/entertaining him fully.
The sun was starting to set on us before we even got out of Michigan...
Monaghan was definitely feeling it...
(great picture credit to Roach)
Clarkson was still salty...
Our first major stop for food was a Hardee's...normally nothing special, but I thought it was crazy how they had...
a. The "No-Carb" burger - instead of a bun you get a burger wrapped in a lettuce leaf.
b. 44 oz. drink (see picture)
c. 2/3 lb burger...I thought the double qp at Mckey-d's was big, but man!
All along the way the four passengers needed piss breaks like mad. Monaghan even took one as soon as we stepped out into the neighborhood were we were staying.
I like giving Monaghan a hard time about things like pissing in a neighborhood full of broads and Bentleys, but Sunday found me trying to piss on a church and having the custodian invite me in to use the one in the church...so I really have no room to talk.
Crazy alley signage...
So Roach had the hookup with Sean Voight's girlfriend who goes to DePaul university for optometry. Her apartment was high class and very nice.
I again embarrassed myself by needing to go to the washroom as her & her sister were preparing themselves for a night of dancing. Basically, I walked over and instead of asking to use the washroom like a normal civilized male, I said "oh I need to go!" and danced around like one of those 5 year olds you see at Devonshire.
It's alright though, Russell trumped me when he asked, "so how do we know these fine ladies," in the company of everyone.
Camo in effect.
My camera batteries were dying and it limited pictures for the rest of the weekend and especially outdoor pictures that required a flash...
So anyway, Voight's girlfriend told us to head to a place called John Barleycorn's. And after Monaghan pointed out a limo full of wedding women going there, we were sold. The place was amazing and it's probably my favorite bar ever...it beats bars in Windsor hands down.
Contrary to this picture, things were actually rough; you see Monaghan wanted to go look around for some girls and we spotted a couple. One, tall & lanky (my tastes) and one short with a nice ass (Monaghan's tastes); so he sent me in (I don't know why either,) so I went over there and basically stumbled out a, "hi, ugh, ugh, my names, ugh, ugh, Ah - Ah- Adam," at about volume 2 on your television. The ladies turned and asked, "what" with raised eyebrows to which Monaghan yelled, "get out of there," and told me that looked real bad.
I have no real macking skills; all I can do is fall ass backwards into NHL quality women and get pictures by standing at the bar.
I guess mid-to-late 20's Chicago women don't want a chinstrap equipped, toque wearing, Sam Adams mixed with Red Bull drinking Canadian.
Their loss.
The other highlight of John Barleycorn's?
How about some women talking to Russell and then one of them asking him if he was gay.
Goofy shit was happening to all.
When we finished eating in McDonald's, some bum was talking to Clarkson through the window and Clarkson was asking him what he was talking about; so the bum came in and talked to him...
The hitch in the story came as the manager came and threw both of them out.
The only question is whether Clarkson got thrown out for talking to a bum or because the manager thought Clarkson was just another vagrant.
So after Barleycorn's we spent the night sleeping in the Cargo Van.
Some people weren't happy about it.
Monaghan cheered up with some Starbucks though.
Last time in Chicago I saw plenty of fruity guys and this guy must fit right in. Scarf & Fur Coat in Starbucks. Check the window reflection.
Some actual Chicago shots.
When I saw this across from Sears Tower I thought of Kayla.
A bar atop a McDonald's.
The Sears Tower.
As mentioned before, I love bickering with Monaghan. It's especially fun on the internet because he can't put in his 2 cents.
The only way to end a Chicago Road Trip Photoset.
Other highlights included:
-Navi being sick of rock and putting on his rap CD with Master P's "Make Em Say Ugh!" on it. Listening to Monaghan impersonating Mystikal was priceless.
-Sending Russell over to a pack of women where he just sat down and started smoking with them. We wanted to leave and he told us if he wanted to be cock blocked he'd hang out with 15 year olds.
-The number of women in Chicago, as per usual.
-Roach drinking all night then waking up and starting to drink again at 10:30 am.
-Hanging outside Voight's girlfriend's apartment drinking in the cargo van while listening to the Colts game. This was a high class neighborhood and there we were sitting in a van drinking High Lifes. They eventually came out and thought it was funny as they departed for the mall.
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