2.17.2005
so...
a while back when i was in college, about [edited for temporal vanity] years ago, my buddy kaukauna and i were hanging out in the basement of a house party in ft. collins, colorado. side note: if people could accrue random lifetime stats, i'd love to see my total hours logged in basements at house parties.
anyway, we're enjoying one of our many fat tire beers from our $5 plastic cups, sitting on a couch, people-watching. which is, of course, a nice way of saying that we were ogling college chicks from the oft-underrated vantage point of 3 and a half feet off the ground. kaukauna and i were deep in conversation, most likely discussing alchemical symbolism in the early works of Faust or, now that i think about it, whether or not that red-head in the far corner would let us count her every freckle if we offered her enough fat tire.
after a while, some guy sat down next to us on the couch and tried awkwardly to start a conversation. kaukauna and i did a mental eye roll and, in the grand tradition of dumb male primates, tried to cut him out of the conversation by bringing up subjects that only the two of us could speak intelligently upon. unfortunately, this did not register with our maladroit couch mate, and he thought we were just bringing up subjects that he could, um, speak upon.
so after a while his bladder deceived him and he left us to our own devices, at which point kaukauna and i turned to each other and decided that there was something amiss about this whole party. it wasn't just this guy on the couch... something far more sinister was making its presence known, however subconsciously. we couldn't put our finger on it.
"i feel like i'm in milwaukee," kaukauna said.
i agreed. this unsettling sense of our being in a social netherworld was as plain as the tribal tattoo on 85% of the basement's other male inhabitants.
by that time, our wayward peer (or pee-er) had reclaimed the far left cushion of our couch, and wasted no time before launching another get-to-know-you assault upon our otherwise pedantic conversation [about hot college co-eds and the scandalous tailoring of today's womens jeans].
"so... you guys been here a while?"
kaukauna, god bless him, gives up and turns to the guy and answers his question with another question, just to speed things along: "so, you go to school at [Colorado] State?"
"actually, i'm from milwaukee."
the above anecdote is absolutely true save for the exact percentage of men with tribal tattoos and some slight paraphrasing, which i attribute to the fat tire. what's really weird is that, at that same party about an hour or so later (again, fat tire may have been distorting my sense of time), we had ourselves a truly amazing small world story, which i will relate to you sometime soon, provided you ever read my blog again after this story.
anyway, kaukauna's coming to visit me in miami this weekend.
should be a story.
as an added bonus, here's a picture of kaukauna, in his standard-issue golf shirt, with niki, stacy, and dougie, about a day after dougie [edited for dougie's parents] did not cut the living hell out of his knee in a fountain outside the spectacular las vegas MGM Grand Hotel and Casino.
nathan filibustered at 9:09:00 PM
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so...
a while back when i was in college, about [edited for temporal vanity] years ago, my buddy kaukauna and i were hanging out in the basement of a house party in ft. collins, colorado. side note: if people could accrue random lifetime stats, i'd love to see my total hours logged in basements at house parties.
anyway, we're enjoying one of our many fat tire beers from our $5 plastic cups, sitting on a couch, people-watching. which is, of course, a nice way of saying that we were ogling college chicks from the oft-underrated vantage point of 3 and a half feet off the ground. kaukauna and i were deep in conversation, most likely discussing alchemical symbolism in the early works of Faust or, now that i think about it, whether or not that red-head in the far corner would let us count her every freckle if we offered her enough fat tire.
after a while, some guy sat down next to us on the couch and tried awkwardly to start a conversation. kaukauna and i did a mental eye roll and, in the grand tradition of dumb male primates, tried to cut him out of the conversation by bringing up subjects that only the two of us could speak intelligently upon. unfortunately, this did not register with our maladroit couch mate, and he thought we were just bringing up subjects that he could, um, speak upon.
so after a while his bladder deceived him and he left us to our own devices, at which point kaukauna and i turned to each other and decided that there was something amiss about this whole party. it wasn't just this guy on the couch... something far more sinister was making its presence known, however subconsciously. we couldn't put our finger on it.
"i feel like i'm in milwaukee," kaukauna said.
i agreed. this unsettling sense of our being in a social netherworld was as plain as the tribal tattoo on 85% of the basement's other male inhabitants.
by that time, our wayward peer (or pee-er) had reclaimed the far left cushion of our couch, and wasted no time before launching another get-to-know-you assault upon our otherwise pedantic conversation [about hot college co-eds and the scandalous tailoring of today's womens jeans].
"so... you guys been here a while?"
kaukauna, god bless him, gives up and turns to the guy and answers his question with another question, just to speed things along: "so, you go to school at [Colorado] State?"
"actually, i'm from milwaukee."
the above anecdote is absolutely true save for the exact percentage of men with tribal tattoos and some slight paraphrasing, which i attribute to the fat tire. what's really weird is that, at that same party about an hour or so later (again, fat tire may have been distorting my sense of time), we had ourselves a truly amazing small world story, which i will relate to you sometime soon, provided you ever read my blog again after this story.
anyway, kaukauna's coming to visit me in miami this weekend.
should be a story.
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as an added bonus, here's a picture of kaukauna, in his standard-issue golf shirt, with niki, stacy, and dougie, about a day after dougie [edited for dougie's parents] did not cut the living hell out of his knee in a fountain outside the spectacular las vegas MGM Grand Hotel and Casino.
nathan filibustered at 9:09:00 PM
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