I’m starting to think that this whole blogging experience is
just a way for me to get rid of some of my demons. A sort of internet
confession to absolve me from my sins…and I’d like it to be more than that. I
want it to be a blog that you turn to for inspiration, for ways to really get
out there and live your life to the fullest. I would like it to be the first
thing you turn to in the morning because you know it’s going to put you in a
good mood right to start your day…in short, I’d like it to become part of your
100 Days of Happiness, or BDandLL Happy Days…
But, I haven’t done anything really inspirational lately and
I’d like to take a minute here today, to tell you about the shenanigans that
took place just over a week ago during what we at BDandLL refer to as: The
Banana Bowl Live Draft Extravaganza!
This year’s draft weekend began the Friday night at what we
are affectionately referring to as, “The Fucking Catalina Wine Mixer.” Barry
and a few of his banker friends started a tradition a few years ago where they
go to this soiree at a ritzy golf course
and enjoy a fine German cuisine and all you can drink beer for a measly $20
from 5:30pm – 8:30pm. This year marks their 3rd annual attendance
and it just so happened to fall on the weekend of The Banana Bowl Life Draft
Extravaganza!
Ryan and I arrived at around 7pm, enjoyed a nice plate of
Brats, German potatoes, and some delectable beans and then began to attempt to
empty a beer truck. By 8:30 I was preparing for the next day’s draft by trading
away players I didn’t even have, then making calls to try and secure those
players so that the first deal could go through. The wheels were in motion, the
plan was going down exactly how I had planned and by the end of the ordeal I
ended up with Matt Prater (Kicker – Denver) for the first round of drinks at
the draft…it seemed like a lot of work to just end up with a kicker, especially
a suspended one, but Cam (the guy I got him from) was devastated and that made
it completely worth it.
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| For some reason Cam decided he needed to purchase a bag of Brats as we left... No one knows what happened to these brats. |
Somehow we felt like the next logical move for us would
be to head downtown and keep our little
party going, so we went to our old standby, “Rooters.” When we arrived we
quickly realized that we were very old (relatively) and out of place. The place
still smells like week old stale beer, though, and that brought back many fond memories
of our time spent there while attending my pre-med school thingy at MSU-M (it
must have been pre-med for how long I spent there…although I can’t find my
certificate or whatever you call it anywhere…).
We exited “Rooters” and had no real idea of what a better
bar may be for our current age situation and intoxication level…we were looking
for something in the early 30’s Intoxicated genre but weren’t exactly sure of
where to find it…that’s when I remembered a few guests that had spent a night
with us at our campground who worked at a new bar downtown called, “The Wurst
Beer House.” And our German night was going to continue!
We’re lucky that Cameron was familiar with the newer bar
scene in downtown Fargo as I really had no idea where to find this bar, I just
knew that I wanted to go to there… We arrived and immediately felt more at home
because we could actually hear each other talk and people were sitting at
tables rather than standing or playing pool or darts…let's face it, this had
early 30’s Intoxicated (and lazy) written all over it, and was the perfect
place for us to continue our night! On top of the perfect layout and décor,
individuals at just about all of the tables were drinking out of giant boot
glasses, just like in the cinematic adventure, “Beerfest!”
As we sauntered by a table admiring some of this fine
glassware, someone at the table said: “Why don’t you join us?” I looked up from
my trance to discover three lovely ladies were the ones holding the boot (I’m
not totally sure on the “loveliness” of the ladies as I had spent a good
portion of my night at an all you can drink event, but at that moment, in that
place…they were the most beautiful, kind, and caring creatures I had ever laid
eyes on).
I honestly don’t know what I was more interested in, the
beautiful young ladies or the boot…that may cause me future problems…but one
thing was for sure, at one point I traded them Matt Prater (Kicker – Denver)
for a boot, which they in turn traded to our waiter to deliver a boot to our
other table. Long story short…the waiter at The Wurst Beer House now owns the
rights to Matt Prater (Kicker – Denver).
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| I found a much better picture of this lovely lady on my phone, but I wanted you all to see her how I remember her..through the eyes of beer goggles. |
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| We take this nickname thing pretty serious. |
Man, I’m really starting to love Twitter! So, we had some good food, great friends, some possibly beautiful new friends, and boots filled with beer…but, as it does, time slipped by, the girls had to leave (not with us), the bar decided that it was time to polish the boots and put them to us 30-something drunks to get us out of the bar and the remaining members of our crew decided it was now time for some Drunken Noodle (Restaurant – Fargo)…
I think I’ll take a page out of Barry’s book here and make
this a two part post, but I may actually come to a conclusion with mine…whatever
did come of that 3rd part of his trilogy?! Anyway, enjoy this post
and I’ll tell you all about the main event of The Banana Bowl Live Draft
Extravaganza in my next post, pre-warning…it may involve more alcohol, dancing,
karaoke…and maybe, just maybe…another random bar make out session…I really need
to find Jesus…If you guys see him let me know, he’s about 5’ 11” and really
knows his way around a garden sheers.
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