MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
I ran this adventure race called the Wild Scallion where you do all kinds of crazy shit around town with a team of 4 people. Pretty fun, I signed up to do it with Bobby Ford and a couple other friends. The gist of the race is you run about 15 miles, Rollerblade, run some stairs, kayak, swim and bike all over town… It sounds like a pain in the ass but it was actually pretty awesome, however; it also did become a literal pain in my ass.
Smells, Policy and I went to an Irish bar here in Chicago last weekend. We cozied up to a table next to the window, had a few beers and threw back more than a few shots of Tuaca. After about at least four hours of “blades and bows” and “learn and do,” Policy asked “Is something burning?”
I went to a friend’s wedding a few years ago on the east coast. Pretty standard wedding, with nothing epic to report from the reception itself. However, the phone call I got a few days after the wedding was fairly noteworthy.
At work the day after Lollapalooza, I accidentally popped a huge zit in the middle of my back by leaning against the back of my chair It must have been from the steroids? I didn’t realize I did it so I had blood all over the back of my white shirt.
After college I did the backpack around Europe by myself thing. Which essentially turned into the get blasted and stumble around Europe by myself thing. I made a brief stop to my birthplace (near my birthplace) of Munich, Germany to check out the beer halls and chug some Bitburger.
I’m sure from the title you thought this would be a post about some Mexican food I enjoyed for lunch and then pooped my pants… well it isn’t. It is an update on my locker room experiences with the Mexican cleaning/”hanging out in the mens locker room” ladies. Every time I go to work out they are just maxin’ in the mens locker room.
October 19, 2011
Chip
chipwrecks 