Hey guys, I figured this would be sweet to have a place to leave memories and pictures. I know we will be doing this for some time, so this can help add to the fun. I'll start us off with the memory of George.
The story of George starts out with a journey to find an authentic Chicago Deep Dish pizza. We stop by a shady looking bar and ask if their pizza is deep dish. George, the owner/manager/pimp(confirmed later in the story) tells us the pizza is not deep dish but it is good. We confer and are about to leave when George offers to buy us a shot... that is where our journey for the deep dish ends (for now). Thinking back on it, we are some sketchy individuals to give up on looking for a local specialty for a shot that could be had anywhere in the US. That is what makes us great. So, we eat a ton of food and George gives us about 3 shots each. As we are about to leave, we take some pictures with George and his waitresses (aka his hoes). The story does not end there however, later that night we go out and get trashed after hours of beer pong, matsui's broken wrist, and naps that conclude with the napper yelling at everyone from a dead sleep that he wants pizza. We finally get the deep dish. On the way home we decide to stop by and see George. We enter the bar and all yell "George", he tells the bar tender to give us a shot. We order a yager bomb each and 9 beers ( roughly 2 beers a person) and the bill came to a whooping $18. I love George!
1 comment:
For historically correct purposes:
I think we decided to eat lunch there before being offered shots. The place that we had been told to go to by the hotel clerk was closed, it was raining, and we had no idea where we were and therefore had very limited options. George bought us the first round of kamikazees because we had "just" graduated from college.
I was about to say that we didn't play beer pong that night...but then remembered that YOU all got to play beer pong while I was writing a final paper in the bathtub that was due that night. I should go back and read the paper, I think I got ornery and talked smack about a bunch of different "experts" theories for computer security. the experts got matsuied and i got an A-. Old Style beer rules!
Another good part of the story was the fashion show we crashed on the way to get deep dish that night. I recall some unnamed parties drinking peoples drinks that they had set down.
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