so, the oil goes in the thing marked "antifreeze" right?

Wow. That is all I can say. The past 30-odd hours have been kickass. Last night, someone's parents were finally out of town, and I had...fun...that's all I'll say. Then today was quite an adventure.

Driving to Milwaukee, having no real idea where we're going, we drove around in circles a couple times (thanks Andy!), and we were late to the fucking CUBS GAME. Yeah that's right, I finally got to one. Alas, it wasn't at Wrigley, which is ideal, but Miller Park is damn nice. Andy got the tix, on account of us helping him move into his apartment. And by the way, if anyone out there is considering going to Marquette, or just moving to Wisconsin in general, I would advise against it, unless you really like cheese and beer. There is the smallest concentration of attractive women in Milwaukee. Seriously, baseball games are full of hot chicks, at least at Wrigley. NO hot chicks at Miller. Well, there were a few. But guess what? They were Cubs fans. Sweet irony. And while driving around town, I think we saw one hot girl, maybe two. So if you're going to college for the hot action, stay away from Wisconsin.

Speaking of Wisconsin, is it just me or does Wisconsin seem really similar to Canada? It's probably just me and I know all of these assumptions are completely false, but when I think of Milwaukee, I think "seceded Canadian city." It's such an unassuming metropolis. There's no real skyline to speak of, the beer flows like wine, it's just fucking weird up there. I know, I'm crazy, but it's just the impression it gives me. Next thing you know, the drinking age will be 18 again, they'll all develop a faux-American accent which we'll be able to spot by the way they say "about" and "house," and it'll be the only American state with free healthcare. Just watch.

So on the way home, I'm driving Mark's car and the fucker flips over and explodes. Actually, we just ran out of oil, but when we got it fixed, we were afraid we would do something wrong and the fucker would flip over or something. And we got to have some fun with resident car fanatic, Dan Spencer. The title of the post is a quote from Mark to Dan. The rest of the conversation went something like this (from Mark's POV):

"It doesn't go in there?....So how would we go about draining that out?....You're fucking kidding....Shut the fuck up, dude, I have no idea what I'm doing!....Then you come out here and do it, fucker....So what do we do?....Fuck!"

All of that happening while me, Revis, and James are cracking up. So we get home, surprise the hell out of Spence-daddy, go to Coldstone (which is a huge waste of money), and now I'm here blogging for you. Just for you. God, you take me for granted...

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Next post: Work and my bro's birthday party tomorrow. Busy weekend with thank-you's to write, so I don't know when it'll be. I'll try not to keep you waiting.