Archive for December, 2002

Sorry it’s been so long since I posted, but usually when I don’t post for a week or more it’s because I try to make my posts entertaining and I don’t just want to be like most other blog sites and tell you punks what I ate for breakfast for the last few days. Anyway, since I haven’t posted for a while, I have a very assorted group of things to write about.
About a week ago I was at work and Kent IMed me to invite me to the United Center the next day to see the Bulls game. It was sweet! The Bulls pretty much suck, but they actually won! We were courtside so I got some pretty good shots of the players doing their thing. A few days later, I had to drive to several hospitals that were really far away from my house for the company that I work for. It took most of the day because not only were some of the hospitals 2 hours away, but I was driving through a huge storm. I did get a cool shot of the spooky clouds on the way home though. I had to finish up my hospital world tour on Friday in the city so I took cabs all around. I had a few interesting drivers, like one that busted out his newspaper at a stoplight and started reading it. Weird, but whatever.
After that it was Alumni day. That’s the day when college students go back to Deerfield High School and go around to classes and tell the kids what college is *really* like. It was fun to tell kids how fun school is going to be. During my senior year, the school was under heavy construction for the huge new addition to it. I had only seen the new building as a wire frame during the year and I hadn’t been back to school since I graduated, so it was really weird to see all the new stuff. Ed and I went into the new cafeteria for some Bosco Sticks… it’s huge!
After Alumni day, Ed and I went up to Lake Geneva for the weekend. We saw this jacked up van on the way there… never seen one quite like that. We got there and chilled in the hotel pool and made these parents really nervous that we were gonna try to attack their kids or something. We were just tossin’ this little water frisbee back and forth and talking about stuff and these parents were playing with their kids and then they left their kids in the pool and they went in the hot tub. They would not take their eyes off us or their kids… it was hilarious. Anyway, that nite we went and saw Analyze That. I know I usually do a movie review when I see a new flick, but this was just a stupid sequel to the first movie. It was funyn but worthless and unnecessary. Anyway, this guy came out of the earlier showing of the movie and started yelling at these two girls behind the concession counter about how the picture wasn’t that good like THEY could do anything about it, and demanded the supposed $40 he spent on the tickets and food that they bought. This super shady guy got really mad at the guy who was complaining and started yelling at the guy about not swearing in front of young ladies and stuff. The manager came out and kicked the complaining guy out and gave the other guy free passes and food and stuff. That was cool.
The next day was just a little bit different shall we say. We went to this big indoor waterpark as we usually do when in Lake Geneva. We went outside to this little hot tub thing next to the outside pool. It was FREEZING outside and hot under the water so there was steam everywhere… that was really cool. We were again throwing the little water frisbee back and forth and these two little 7 year old girls come up to us and say “can we play?” and we’re like “sure.” So we’re throwing the frisbee back and forth(keep in mind we’re all about 3 feet from each other) and one of them gets in the middle of the triangle and we’re playing monkey in the middle. Then one of them gets the frisbee and SLAMS the other one in the face with it! Needless to say, Ed and I were cracking up so hard we could barely breathe. Once we got the frisbee back, we were tossing it around and the little girl got it again, and once again throws it about 6 inches directly into the face of the other girl. We were laughing SO hard it was ridiculous. I managed to say “Dude, in NO WAY did we initiate this in ANY way shape or form..” and that made us laugh even harder. Then we were like “ok you guys really need to calm down with the whole slamming each other in the face thing.” After a few more tosses, one girl tosses it over the other’s head and then dives both fists forward right into the face of the other one. We were still cracking up because we didn’t expect them to keep doing it but we decided to get outta there because we didn’t want their parents to show up and be pissed at us. Man that was hilarious.
UPDATE: First off, I fixed all the pics in this post, so please go back thru and check em out – they’re great. Anyway, the last part of my current story deals with the journey of me and my boy Colin searching for an underage club in the Chicagoland area. We found this one spot called Studio 21 that was in this town about an hour away from my house – we drove there around 11pm, and after almost getting lost, we finally arrived. The place turned out to be a live Latino dance club/restaurant for hispanic families. It was hilarious… we figured it out as we walked up to the door and some 10 year olds came out with their dad. So weird. Instead we sat in the parking lot of Burger King and ate a ton of food and listened to some Timberlake. It was sweet. Colin and I always have a GREAT time – we’re CONSTANTLY making jokes and just cracking up all the time. He goes to Colorado State (if you remember my post about when I visited him this would make sense) and next quarter he’ll have his car! It’s gonna be great. If anyone from Chicago reads my site and knows of a good underage dance club, let me know. Thanx y’all.

Listening to: Quarashi – Weirdo

I took the bus to go visit my best friend Dan this weekend at Notre Dame. If you aren’t a regular visitor to my site, Dan has been my best friend since I was 0. We grew up together in Baltimore, and even though we went our separate ways when we were 5, we’ve stayed best buddies. The ride up to Indiana was really boring – that state only has a few good things about it. Anyway, after 3 hours we finally pulled into good ol’ Notre Dame where Dan was waiting for me. He took me to his room, what a weird dorm! First of all, it’s all guys which was kinda weird. At DU we have all coed dorms so I was like “dude where are all the chicks?”. Dan had tons of pictures on his wall, but I was pleased to see that this one was on top of all of them. We walked around his dorm and then he had to go to a track meet so I chilled with his homey Will for a while. Once Dan was done with his meet, we ate at the HUGE dining hall and walked to a party. Dan and Will sent me in alone looking for some girl named Amy. No one knew who I was so I walked up to the girl they said was Amy and just started talking to her like I had known her forever. She was really confused but them Dan and Will came in and she figured out who I was. We stayed at that party for a little while and then went to another party which we immediately got kicked out of because we weren’t seniors. We then knocked on the door of this crazy kid who earlier in the year came down the stairs during a party trying to give everyone toast sticks and pound cake. We went in and asked if he had any and he was really confused but also sort of embarrassed. Then we walked back and went to Reckers, which is this mini-restaurant right next to their dorm and is open 24 hours. It’s a pretty cool place to hang out and there was this really cute geeky chick there but that’s not the point. The next day would bring Dan and I one of our greatest adventures to date – and we’ve gotten into more crazy antics than we can count. Saturday came – and it was the day for Highway Lemonade Stand 3.0. We didn’t have a car so we had three girls(Jenny, Erin, and 5’10″) drop us off on the shoulder of the road. First, we had to wait for the Sluttle(they call it that because it goes to Saint Mary’s catholic all girls’ school. While waiting for the Sluttle, Will, Dan and I ran around on a frozen lake until the cops told us to stop. Then we ditched the Sluttle and decided to walk to Saint Mary’s. While the girls were looking for Erin’s sister’s car, Dan and I made the lemonade sign. Finally the girls found the car and dropped us off on the shoulder of Route 80.
If you don’t know the history of the Highway Lemonade Stand, check out my older post. It will greatly improve your understanding of what I’m about to write. On the walk to our lemonade spot we found something really weird. We set up our stuff next to a roadsign and it was finally time. Have you ever seen a lemonade on the highway? Well, apparently no one else out there has either because up comes a car and Dan grabs me and says “Dude we got a customer!” and I took a look at the car and said “Dan, that’s a cop.” The state trooper pulled up to us and asked us what the hell we were doing. He asked Dan where he was from and he said Notre Dame. The trooper said “I didn’t know idiots went to Notre Dame.” and Dan just shrugged. The best part was that the cop said that the police station had been getting “phone calls by the dozens” about some kids on the highway with a lemonade stand. When he told us that we tried not to crack up. The cop told us to get off the highway so we started to walk back to campus and once we crossed the highway, we decided to go to the college football hall of fame because we found the exit ramp. Right before we started walking down the ramp I realized that I left my hat back at the lemonade stand so I had to run back and get it. When I turned around I saw the trooper had pulled up next to Dan and Will again. I ran up and the cop pulled into the median and I didn’t see the guys so I thought they might be in the back of the squad car. I walked up to the car and first the cop asked me what was in my pocket as if I had a gun or something. I was like “Uh…. my hat?” and I showed it to him. What an idiot. He told me that he told my friends to go over the median and down the hill on one side and that I had to choose which side to go over. I was like “How about… the side that my friends went down?” and he said ok. He drove away and I ran along the side of the road to catch up to Dan and Will, who were waiting for me near the sign. As I was running up, the trooper pulled up AGAIN to tell us that we had to go down the hill right then. We did, and ended up in some barren woods behind some houses. We managed to keep a positive attitude about out situation all the while. Once we cleared the woods, we came to a frozen creek that we decided to cross even though there was a bridge about 20 feet away. I made it across, and Will was having second thoughts about not using the bridge. Then Dan tried, but he stepped through the ice and got his foot all soggy. Finally we got out of there and found a road that would take us straight back into campus if we walked about three miles, I saw a cute chick in a car with her turn signal on towards us. I waved the lemonade sign and guess what…. SHE PULLED OVER! Our first customer in three years of doing the highway lemonade stand! Our price was 10 cents but she gave us 25 and let us keep the change. Then she gave us a ride back to campus, turns out that she was a lifeguard at the pool! Needless to say, Mary made our adventure the best highway lemonade stand of all time.
That night, there was an 80s dance at Dillon, which is Dan’s dorm. I dressed as an 80s punk and Dan was Hulk Hogan. My friend Johnny bleached Dan’s hair and colored mine green. Dan said the bleach hurt a lot so he had to wash it out in the shower wearing his shorts and everything. It made his hair really blonde and together we looked pretty pimpin. The dance was fun, especially when Dan and his date tried to swing dance, but overall I think 80s music is no good to dance to. Whatever.
The last day, Dan and I made a Jeevun which is a giant Reese’s peanut butter cup thingie. It was awesome and we even let the girls have some. After that we took a survey about attractiveness from some chick in the hall and I found a typo on a chinese restaurant menu. Good times. I wanna give a shoutout to all my boys at Notre Dame. Thanks for showing me such a great weekend.
Oh yeah, Nick CaJacob is a cool cat.

Listening to: Good Charlotte – Say Anything