Change of plans. I was going to be Shaun of the Dead, but I ended up going as Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Once I had the hair, I just couldn't resist.
Every time I'm in Madison, I always beg people to go to Taco John's so I can get their potato Oles, which are basically tater tots. There are none in Milwaukee. I was at a house party all Saturday night. Finally, someone tells me they're going about 3am. So I'm like "Woo, Taco John's!" and stand up. I'd been sitting for a while, and I suddenly realize there was no way I was going to make the 4 block walk and still be standing. So I'm like "I'm not gonna make it! Get me some Oles!" and hand over some money.
While they're gone, I start to get that feeling where intoxication goes from being my friend to being my mortal enemy. A few too many pints of Blatz. So I go out to the porch, which is now unoccupied. It's like 40 degrees out, so I figure that should keep me fresh. But I end up falling asleep on the couch they have out there. When the people get back with the food, they set the bag on the table in front of me. I'm like "Taco John's!" but the smell isn't doing much for me, so the bag and I just stare each other down for a while. Finally, I reach in and grab a single Ole and eat it. 20 seconds later, I run over to a tree and proceed to vomit for about five minutes. So someone else got to eat my damn tots.
Finally got to sleep around 5am. When I woke up at fricking 8am (thank god for Daylight Savings Time, though), I realized I was wearing my leather jacket, using a blanket as a pillow, and using the removable lining from my jacket as a blanket. I'm still trying to figure out how I thought that made sense.
Pictures will be posted when I get them.
Every time I'm in Madison, I always beg people to go to Taco John's so I can get their potato Oles, which are basically tater tots. There are none in Milwaukee. I was at a house party all Saturday night. Finally, someone tells me they're going about 3am. So I'm like "Woo, Taco John's!" and stand up. I'd been sitting for a while, and I suddenly realize there was no way I was going to make the 4 block walk and still be standing. So I'm like "I'm not gonna make it! Get me some Oles!" and hand over some money.
While they're gone, I start to get that feeling where intoxication goes from being my friend to being my mortal enemy. A few too many pints of Blatz. So I go out to the porch, which is now unoccupied. It's like 40 degrees out, so I figure that should keep me fresh. But I end up falling asleep on the couch they have out there. When the people get back with the food, they set the bag on the table in front of me. I'm like "Taco John's!" but the smell isn't doing much for me, so the bag and I just stare each other down for a while. Finally, I reach in and grab a single Ole and eat it. 20 seconds later, I run over to a tree and proceed to vomit for about five minutes. So someone else got to eat my damn tots.
Finally got to sleep around 5am. When I woke up at fricking 8am (thank god for Daylight Savings Time, though), I realized I was wearing my leather jacket, using a blanket as a pillow, and using the removable lining from my jacket as a blanket. I'm still trying to figure out how I thought that made sense.
Pictures will be posted when I get them.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
wardy:
mmm taco johns!
need2xcap2:
there is now a taco johns in southridge mall...i love those little tots....
