7 Larrys go to Indiana
Saturday October 14, 2006
1:30 AM: Tom, Emily, Eric, Klobbo, Chad, and Trevor depart from Eldridge, IA.
4:30 AM: Picked up Art Wing in Urbana just off of I-74.
6:30 AM: Realized we got fucked by the time zone change and won't have as much time to tailgate
6:32 AM: Realized that the game starts at noon eastern, relieved that we were no longer fucked by the time zones.
7:45 AM: Booze has been picked up, no idea where the stadium is in Bloomington.
8:00 AM: Tailgating
I've never seen one man on a mission like Eric was on Saturday morning. This man was giving out beer bongs like he was getting a commission for them, I bet he convinced over 15 random people to take beer bongs.
NEW ADDITION
I forgot until I was reminded by Klobbo that I witnessed one of the most amazing
tailgating moments in history, the impromptu shotgun (it happened so fast I
didn't get a chance to take a picture). Larry (Eric) had tossed a beer to
someone and was way off target, the beer fell to the earth like an asteroid.
Naturally Bloomington isn't nearly as advanced as Iowa City, so they tailgate in
gravel lots. The beer was ruthlessly punctured and was spraying out.
Trevor, the tailgater that he is, looked down in despair and grabbed the poor
beer as it was being emancipated and began to suck the can from the source of
its wound. As we all looked on in support Klobbo had the intellect to
reach for to tab and pop it for Trevor in mid suck. It had only been mere
seconds from the time Larry miss-threw the beer until Trevor dropped an
exhausted can. We all looked at each other (as Trevor burped) and knew
that we had witnessed something great.
Videos:
11:55 AM: Headed to the game
???: Halftime
Video: Eric got a little sleepy from all those beer bongs...
3-3:30 PM: Post game tailgate and leaving the parking lot
After an Indiana fan got an elbow to the face it was time we leave the area. Eric didn't think that we were moving fast enough so he took it upon himself to direct traffic. He's not your traditional parking attendant with an orange vest and a wand, he carries a beer bong and a drunken attitude. Needless to say it took us 15 minutes to move 50 feet, when Eric directed traffic we were out of the lot in 4 minutes...
4:00 PM: An hour away from our Embassy Suites in traffic, worried that we won't make it in time for 5 PM happy hour. Eric yells "Bury One!" to anyone that looks at us on the road.
4:03 PM: Eric calls Embassy Suites and confirms that the free happy hour is from 5:30-7:30 and that they DO NOT deriverly runch. Eric continues to tell people to bury one.
5:30 PM: Arrive just in time to dump our bags in the room and begin drowning our sorrows in alcohol during two hours of free happy hour.
7:29 PM: Two more drinks for good measure...
8:00 PM: Time for the Hot tub
8:05 PM: Informed by security that there is no beer in the hot tub. We took the beer back up to the room and had a nice little drunk soak in the pool and hot tub.
10:15 PM: Decided to eat a meal for the first time all day.
Midnightish: Passed out
Sunday morning:
Apparently the booze didn't sit too well with Eric, dry heaves echoed through
the 2-bedroom suite for 5 or so. He followed that up by taking a drink out
of Art's "XXX" water bottle, also known as VODKA.
As usual the Embassy outdid themselves on breakfast, of course some of the group just got the food and looked at it on the tray.
Depressed and dehydrated we headed home. Some interesting conversations on the way home, some too weird to mention on this site...
Um, look out Michigan, Eric and I are coming
next week, I guess...
(if anyone else wants to come call me)
