"You can take that to the bank"!
Friday, June 18, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Could we have skated more? Yes. Could we have eaten more bratwurst? I don't think so. What else? We hit Mount Horeb, Lake Delton, and Kenosha parks. A googmap of the route looks like an idiot's bowtie. Beachy drove the whole time because he has trust issues, Ryan cooked because Ryan's a cook, and everyone smoked something or other. We claimed the very last campsite at Mirror Lake and the rangers appreciated our stack of empties. David T and David U took turns holding the camera and even shared a heartwarmingly bizarre chat at 5:00 Sunday morning. We didn't make any new friends because we're too goddamned old for new friends, excepting those who had Advil, which we, grown men all of us, somehow forgot.
We left Chicago at 10:00 on a Saturday morning and returned Sunday evening at like 7:00, sweaty and sunburned and slightly stupider. Video proof thanks to Dave T. Enjoy.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I once watched a man who claimed to be a high-priced Winnetka or something orthodontist stick his well-fed, hairy fingers into Anders Nilsen's mouth and yank his front teeth back into place after he (Anders) took a facer off the hubba at Wilson. I cringed. Anders did not.
Because Anders, see, is a soldier, even if he rides a 7 1/2 " board. He's also about as talented an artist as we're likely to know, not to mention a hell of a writer. His Big Questions books are quiet, gorgeous, brutal, and worth every second of your time. And now today we've got this outrageously beautiful button project photographed and videoed for our pleasure. And Dorian too! Helping out!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Do you know the true joy of camping? It is sleeping. Or, if it is not sleeping, it's yelling through darkness to drunken neighbor girls who'll soon get ticketed for being too young for their beer. Or maybe it's the journey itself, the joy of brats bought from the fundraising table in a Piggly Wiggly parking lot. Or maybe the true joy is friendship. Whichever the joy, my car still stinks of sweaty dude ass.
This was Ryan's face the whole trip.
And this fairly well sums up David T...
...while David U brings the deep-vee lifestyle to trike country.