Well, it has been entirely too long since someone has written on blog and i am taking it upon myself to put something up there. as we all know the Table is once again uniting. not in lincoln but in chicago. if this is not the mother of great ideas than i don't know what is. with the last minute addition of suede benjamin the Table will, for three days, be whole once again. now, i don't know what will actually happen, but in my mind it looks something like this. four guys walk into a bar and about half hour later the bar closes because they are already out of beer. as we leave, the bar spontaneously combusts and the naperville firefighter squad is called into action. now, because the naperville fire department did not take the advice of a warning e-mail sent to them by an anonymous author that fires would be popping up all over the city, they are not ready for the fire and bar number one burns to the ground. it doesn't stop there my friends.
multiple bars are visited and strange occurences start happening throughout the city. for the first time in the cities history, every bar is having karaoke all weekend. not only do they have karaoke but PBR and Natural Light are on sale for $1 everywhere you look. people see us as we walk into bars and cannot figure out why they know us. whispers of "they can't be the ghostbusters...they're missing the black guy" and "if they were going to rob the place they would all have black suits on" float through the air. at one time we wonder if we hear a conversation about a bearshark? as the girls walk by, they hesitate...wondering where they have smelt that combination of old spice and jaeger. it's mystifying and they can't help but stay and figure out what it is that is so desirable.
than we all wake up the next morning in a pile in the closet. there is a chick passed out in the tub and one naked on the bed wondering why she smells like old spice and jaeger only to later find a card in her purse. we all look at each other and laugh because that was only the first night and we have two left to go. with a war cry like BLAMMO! we enter the weekend hungover but ready to endure anything that comes our way. especially that chick who we thought was hot but then tossed her out of the room the next morning when we realized she looked liked something from Hellraiser.
Alright boys...let's get to it! BLAMMO!
