Hey! It's the Big Guy(s)! Babaganoush Special

I just came back from the greatest weekend of my young life. I still can't believe some of the things that transpired. It is the perfect example of what can be accomplished when you get 3 good friends together with unlimited enthusiasm and a love for getting out there and mixin' it up. So many ridiculously funny things happened that I had to make an outline for each day to help me get it all down. I am going to break it into 3 posts just to keep my 3 readers in suspense. It seems appropriate, but mostly it's necessary. Mostly. I doubt I can do the experiences any justice. No, I know I can't. That's how awesome it was. If these posts entertain you at all, then get out your TI-83 and multiply that entertainment level by a million. That is the level we maintained for longer than I thought possible. Now that I've really got you jacked up, like when hunting an effing human being, I'll try not to disappoint.

To understand the experiences, I need to give a short breakdown of the characters. Actually just 1 short breakdown and 1 tall one. All three of us came from the same place growing up which gives us endless amounts of inside jokes and stories that never get old. Every single one of those came out on this trip and we probably made a couple hundred more.


Anthony James (AKA The Big Guy, Shorturican, Ant): Easily the funniest guy I know. You hang with this guy, you'll be rolling non-stop. Never a dull moment as he rarely quits talking. We had a code word to be used in the event that he was rambling too much whilst conversing with strangers. Muzzle.

Addy D (AKA The Big Guy, Babaganoush): Not really my Boy in high school but, randomly ended up at the same college, became roommates, and he's been my Boy ever since. He's the Big Guy and I love the Big Guy.


The tale begins on Thursday. It was a beautiful day in Omaha and I had no issues getting to MSP for my short layover. I enjoyed a nice snoozerelli in my spacious first class seat. I dominated some Mac and Don's breakfast in the Twin Cities airport. Everything was peachy. Buuuuuuuut it wouldn't be right if I had no travel delays. Happens to me every time. I know what you're thinking, it happens to everyone, you aren't special, quit your complaining, blah blah blah. NO. You can't say anything to me until you've had your flight canceled, rescheduled for the next morning, spent a night in a hotel on your own dime, had your flight delayed 3 hours the next day, flew an hour 1 way to the land of Paul and Babe, waved a quick hello, and returned to where you just came from, all because of a pesky 5 mph tail wind. If that happens to you, then we can talk. ANYWAYS...Once I see my flight is delayed I immediately start sending expletive texts to Addy, expressing my love of airline travel. Turns out I may have slightly overreacted as it was only a 1.5 hour delay. Sorry I blew up.

Fast forward to a picture message received from Ant, featuring a pint of Guinness and the title 'It begins!' This leads me to thinking I need to get my game face on ASAP. Previously unknown to me, drinks in 1st class are free. Had I known this earlier, I may have been a puddle by the time I hit Logan International. After my first JD and DC, I tell the flight attendant that I don't want to see an empty glass on my tray table until I have to put it in an upright and locked position. She obliges. I partially forgive the airline for the delay. After I land, I catch some public transit vehicles to meet the Shorturican. We enjoy some McDonald's nuggets (purchased out of necessity to be allowed to use the bathroom as there are essentially zero public facilities anywhere) and then a monstah slice of pizza before going to meet Addy at his place of business.

Once off the train, we are immediately asked for spare change by a homeless guy sitting on some steps. Turns out it wasn't a homeless guy, it was Addy, waiting to pounce. After some platonic man love is exchanged, we go back to Addy's for a quick re-group and then head out for some beeahs. Now, although nothing of epic proportion happened (like a 4th of July rooftop party...foreshadow?) while at the bars, it was an awesome time. We started the 1st of many themes of the weekend, Jameson shots. We took down at least one at every bar we hit. It was sort of a gearing up for the weekend festivities. Ant spotted some 'good light' for some pictures, we had some nice convos with some locals, there were some dancing girls on a catwalk, and Ant video interviewed a guy doing coke on the street. There were shots of tequila, Jameson, Jag supplemented with BL smoothies and Guinness. Brilliant!

After close, we catch a cab back to Addy's but not without a little pit stop at the 7-11 for some late night health food. Ant was fighting the urge to call up the dinosaurs. We let him keep the cab driver company while purchasing a feast for the evening. Back at Addy's, after utter domination of the entire bag of chips whilst still in the cab, I turned the oven to burn and threw in the pie. Incidentally, burn was slightly warmer then what we needed but we welcomed the black crust with open mouths. Pizza, music, pass out on the couch. Successful day 1 in the books.*


*There was an event that was not witnessed, nor remembered by anyone but definitely took place sometime before morning on the 2nd day. The evidence is somewhat graphic but was well documented. Exhibit A (shown below): A note left on the toilet lid from Addy's roommate that read Whoever missed the toilet, there's some over by the shower too----->. Exhibits B and C (not shown): Photos of what the note was referring to. I'll leave the rest up to imagination.

Exhibit A

Oh check it out! That is some AWESOME light! Snap a couple photogs.