Wednesday, August 27, 2008

BBQ. Beer. Baseball.

A few pictures from last weekend, along with some scintillating commentary:


We've really mastered the art of the whole 'hold the camera out in front of yourself and snap a picture' trick. In the days of disposable cameras this was a highly dangerous, borderline irresponsible trick. Here we are at Wrigley Field, drinking soda and waiting for some sort of sporting match to start. If you're so inclined, you can read an entire game recap, using much saltier and immature language, here.

Here we are in front of the marquee. Same camera trick. Years of practice my friend.


A picture without us in it. Boooooooring.


After the game we ended up at our favorite neighborhood dive, Edgewater Lounge. They serve beer there!

Katy ordered some turkey sandwich, which wasn't nearly as photogenic as my ribs. Pretty decent ribs for a dive bar. Very sweet sauce. Not as good as my Dad's homemade ribs, but not much in life can really top those things. If I can attain Bernie's standard of excellence when it comes to BBQ, I'll consider my life's work complete.

A few weekend notes: Hung out with long lost pal Wade Hastings on Friday night. We met at an English bar, Elephant and Castle, which ended up being about as English as Bennigan's is Irish. Fish and Chips for me, a quesadilla (how very English!) for Wade. Our bartender, a bald pseudo English man, started out really nice but by the end of the night he was downright rude. Cross England off of my Christmas card list! Afterwards, we swung by Wade's place, had some leftover birthday cake with his wife Ola and then they graciously offered to drive me home. I have my suspicions that his motive was so that he could "case" my place, but I can't prove that.

And like the wife said, what's the deal with plants? Apparently if the plant has any sort of palm tree stem to it, you have to sell your child on Ebay to be able to afford it. After hours of deliberation I think we finally made the right choice. I have no idea what kind of plant it is, but it looks like it's got a good heart and a dry sense of humor. I've named him Peter.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

The waiter probably wouldn't have been as rude had you not insisted on speaking exclusively in your god awful British accent.

He probably got sick of being called "Jeeves" and "Governor" and I'm guessing it was really offensive when you kept reassuring him that you already have Geico.

Cheerio.

Anonymous said...

As Tony said in a previous comment. Nobody appears to be reading this thing. I however found it all very interesting as you know life in Iowa is pretty boring.
You Mom thought enough of it to mention it to me on the phone the other day and actually remember to send me the link:)!
It was good to see you guys and Ben you are amazing at taking pictures of yourselves. I must admit I am much, much better!
I seriously can't believe Corey hasn't even commented yet. You two are like mini Mysti and Mandy's getting silly and laughing at anything each other says. Funny or not!
Can't wait to see more!
Mysti

Anonymous said...

The best part about this blog is that while it's not updated nearly enough, you both clearly have a take, and don't suck.