Road tripped to Chattanooga, TN this weekend, armed with a veritable shitload of SG stickers that the girls were nice enough to send with my shirt order. Damn, I'm nearly out of them already - I thought they'd last me through my east coast swing coming up later in the month.
We found a collegy-looking Irish pub and grill to grub at, and the waitresses were doing the plaid schoolgirl skirt thing with ponytails - real nice to lok at, but the food ended up giving me some bowel problems later on the trip. We pulled ourselves away to hunt for this cool bar where I had spent St. Patty's day 2001 sucking down PBR tallboys on the roftop beer garden. Our GPS system took us to 418 High St, and we found the Stone Lion pub - the same bartender from 3/17/01 was working and we shot the shit about "old times". The weather was great for us Milwaukee boys, and the PBR gave us that taste we're used to back home. If you're in Chattanooga, you gotta check this place out - definately one of the coolest bars I've been to.
Fuck Ben Franklin for coming up with daylight savings time! We did a marathon video shoot on Saturday (20 hours of colorguard and drumline competition can really make a guy crave some booze) and finally got out of there at 2AM and headed back to the aforementioned Stone Lion pub. Unluckily for us, Daylight Savings Time ruined our hopes of having a few beers after a long day of shooting.
Driving back, I had a "Code Brown" incident on I-65. I swear it was just going to be a fart, but when I let it go I ended up lightly shitting my pants. We pulled off at a White Castle just north of Louisville so I could clean up, and finish the deed. For the rest of the trip we had to pull off about every hour so I could shit. The food at that Irish joint is the suspected culprit. I was pissed because I ruined a brand new pair of boxers I had just picked up on that same trip.
We found a collegy-looking Irish pub and grill to grub at, and the waitresses were doing the plaid schoolgirl skirt thing with ponytails - real nice to lok at, but the food ended up giving me some bowel problems later on the trip. We pulled ourselves away to hunt for this cool bar where I had spent St. Patty's day 2001 sucking down PBR tallboys on the roftop beer garden. Our GPS system took us to 418 High St, and we found the Stone Lion pub - the same bartender from 3/17/01 was working and we shot the shit about "old times". The weather was great for us Milwaukee boys, and the PBR gave us that taste we're used to back home. If you're in Chattanooga, you gotta check this place out - definately one of the coolest bars I've been to.
Fuck Ben Franklin for coming up with daylight savings time! We did a marathon video shoot on Saturday (20 hours of colorguard and drumline competition can really make a guy crave some booze) and finally got out of there at 2AM and headed back to the aforementioned Stone Lion pub. Unluckily for us, Daylight Savings Time ruined our hopes of having a few beers after a long day of shooting.
Driving back, I had a "Code Brown" incident on I-65. I swear it was just going to be a fart, but when I let it go I ended up lightly shitting my pants. We pulled off at a White Castle just north of Louisville so I could clean up, and finish the deed. For the rest of the trip we had to pull off about every hour so I could shit. The food at that Irish joint is the suspected culprit. I was pissed because I ruined a brand new pair of boxers I had just picked up on that same trip.