Wedding Gifts
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.
MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
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.
After spring break, senior year at Dayton, Spice came back to school from New York and brought with him some big ass Italian sub from a deli in NYC. We went to the bar and he did not stop yapping about this fucking sub. “It’s the best sub in the city…. I grew up on these subs… My Dad went to this place when he was a kid… I can’t wait to go home tonight and eat that sandwich….” As he said this, I looked at Felix’s face and knew that Spice was never seeing one bite of that sandwich.
It was Sunday night and I was 14 plus miles into my 16 mile marathon training run. I was in the home stretch and running along the retaining wall along Lake Michigan. I was pretty zoned out and cruising on the sidewalk going against traffic. It was about 9pm so there wasn’t anyone else out there and I was kinda thinking to myself “Maybe I shouldnt be out here in the dark.”