The Future Is A Scary Place

This Saturday we got a taste of football. The draft was held this weekend and we went over to Adam’s house for a draft day party. We decided to grill out and I volunteered to do the grilling which ended up being a huge mistake. I have been to Packer games in December that were warmer than this day. It was sunny but the wind was constantly whipping off the lake and it was flat out cold. Once I got all the grilling done I went inside to warm up and see the Pack’s first pick. We ended up drafting Aaron Rodgers, a QB from Cal. This pick actually jarred something and I realized that one day the Packers will be on the field without Brett “the man” Favre. I guess this is the beginning of the much talked about end and we will one day see another number other than 4 under center. I need to start preparing for a Favreless Packers but I hope I still have a couple of years of Favre as I am not quite ready for the transition. This new guy also needs a couple years apprenticeship to learn to be half the man of Favre. Half a Favre is better than a whole quarterback on any other team. The rest of the day we watched the draft and debated players, teams and the Packers. The conversation was never dull and because we had Graham there to stir the pot with his barrage of counterpoints and opinions. I went home about six to eat a pizza and meet Schwenker at my apt. We ate the za and I was able to get revenge in mini-shot checkers. My head was clear this time around and I beat Schwenker 2-0. Jocelyn came home about 8 and I got dressed and we went to Cans on North Ave. This was the first time I visited this establishment and I really liked it. It was a little pricey but I liked the atmosphere. The rest of the crew was there and it was a coincidence that Evraets and Billy were across the street at a different bar. They came over to Cans for a bit and we headed to 3. 3 was completely dead so J and I had a drink there and ditched the rest to go to the Metro. We wound down the night there and headed home.

New Blog

As you can see there has been a significant change to iRau.com. I’ve decided to move away from my home grown application and I’m going to try a pre-fabbed program. The program is called WordPress. This program has a ton of built in features, features that I eventually wanted to get implemented into my blog but I never had the time to program it myself. This program is easily customizable and has many many more features such as being able to “subscribe” to my website and also add comments about my posts. I’m going to give it a test run and we’ll see if I stick with it or not. Leave me some comments.

My Sausage Dreams Shattered

This weekend the Brewers were back in full swing and that means fun at the park. Friday we hit up the first Beer Pen of the year. J’s sister’s boyfriend was in town from the VI. He works for Miller in St. Thomas and was in Milwaukee for the yearly meeting. We stopped at the Milwaukee Metro market on the way to the game to pick up some brats. These brats really put a damper on my great plan for the Brewers season. I was planning on getting a sausage maker and making my own brats and sausage for the games this year. I was going to make good funky sausage like Cajun jerk and turkey. But the MM had all these sausages already and they were awesome. We grilled out before the game and I had a bell pepper and mozzarella brat as well as a spicy Hungarian brat. There are tons more to try and I plan on eating at least one of each before the all-star break. I would like to say that Chad saw a good game and the Brewers kicked butt but it was a very boring game. The Crew only got a couple hits and got their butts kicked by the Cardinals. After the game we headed home.

Saturday was Wians’ tailgate. I’ll start by saying Adam did a bang up job. He organized a tailgate for 50 people and setup the tickets, food and drink, and bus. We all met at A’s around 10 and boarded the bus. We set up everything once at the park and that is when the craziness ensued. I manned the grill and had a good number of Bloody Marys. I talked with a bunch of people about every topic under the sun. I got so caught up in the conversation that I forgot to eat any of the ten plus pounds of meat that I grilled. We then headed into the stadium. We got lucky because the weather was gorgeous and the ever unknowing weatherman said it was supposed to rain. A couple of us sat in the lower level and enjoyed the game and the radiation of the sun. The game flew by and the next thing I knew it was the seventh inning. Needing another beer I went with Ham to TGIFs to get a brew. This is where the tragic event of the day occurred. It may have fallen out of my pocket but I believe that someone stole my camera out of my pocket. I had just taken a picture with the things and I put it back in my pocket. I think when I was getting a beer the cord was probably hanging out of my pocket and someone just yanked it. Once I realized that it was gone I went into an immediate funk. I didn’t have much fun the rest of the day but it was time to go back to the bus anyway. We got back to the bus and headed back downtown. One small bit of fun I did have was I played some Metallica through the bus speakers using my iPod FM transmitter. The Metallica was a hit with the patrons of the bus and everyone got a rockin’. Once we got home I surveyed the scene and there were a bunch of messed up people. I don’t know how they did it but Adam said many of them went out that night. I wasn’t about to do this so we walked back to my place. Ham, Jessica, Todd and Steph were all staying with us. I was still in my funk and everyone wanted to go eat at Bucca’s. I didn’t feel up to it so I stayed at home, watched COPS and ate a couple ham sandwiches. I was sober as a judge at this point when I got a call from Schwenker. He was on his way downtown and wanted to go out. I told him he could chill by my place until everyone got back from Bucca’s. The big man came over and I played him in mini-shot checkers that I got from my brother. I somehow lost but my heart wasn’t in it to begin with 🙂 . Everyone finally got back from dinner and they were unbelievably drunk and everyone, but J, ended up passing out almost immediately. So Schwenker with no one to party with headed home and we watched some TV and stayed put for the night.

I Want To Ride My Bicycle

I finally bought something that I wanted in a long time. This weekend there was a large bike expo at the state fairgrounds. Friday after work J and I went to the grounds to get me a mountain bike. I shopped around and eventually settled on a last years model Giant. It’s a nice bike with shocks and disc brakes, just what I was looking for. This bike expo was pretty big and while we were standing in line they had a stunt bike rider doing tricks on his mountain bike. This guy was pretty nuts and he was hopping all around on his bike. He hopped on some platforms, some skinny stands, and rode up and down some extremely steep ramps. He was ok but that’ll be nothing compared to what I’ll be able to do by summer’s end.

What better way is there to break in a new bike than to get out and ride it. So I got up Saturday morning and biked to Sheboygan. J didn’t want to go on the ride this time, and I needed a way to get back, so she drove up. I left at eightish. The ride was actually easier than it was the last time. It was a bit chillier outside than I had expected and should have brought a coat but the workout kept my blood pumping and kept me warm. I stopped at the same little hardware store in Belgium for some a beef sticks and Power Aid lunch. On the ride I saw a blue bird, a cardinal, and a hawk. I thought god had sent the frogs to cover the earth again because I saw and heard thousands of frogs in the marsh areas on the sides of the bike path. The frogs were so loud I could hear them through my sound isolating headphones. Being one with nature, and getting a good sunburn was great but getting to my brother’s was once again a relief. I knocked an hour off my last ride to ‘boygan. It took me 4:45 to go the 66.1 miles. I actually had a couple things to do up der in ‘boygan. I sold my brother Randy my computer (I built a new one hence the iRau outage) so I had to drop that off and I needed my brother Rich to check J’s brakes which are need to be replaced. So I got both of those out of the way and I was also able to pick up my Christmas presents at Randy’s. The real reason I was up there was to take my mom (4/1) and dad (4/5) out for their birthdays. We went to Schwarz’s in St. Ann’s. I’ve ranted and raved about this place already so the only thing I can say is my porterhouse was delicious as usual. We ran into my cousin Bobby there who said that there is actually a better steak house down the road. I find it very unlikely that not only is there a better steak than Schwarz’s but there are two unbelievable steak joints in the middle of nowhere a couple miles apart. Either way now we’re going to have to try this place called Blank’s down the road. After dinner I took my dad back to the farm and we checked out some of the baby goats and sheep. Once we got out of the ban and smelt like crap we decided the only way to get rid of the smell was to go to the Osthelder and sit in the smoke for a bit. We weren’t even in the door and we saw Mike B and Chad Neerhoff sitting at the bar. We sat there and had a few and then we headed down to The Other Place for Marti’s dad’s surprise birthday party. We stuck around there for a bit and talked about Chad’s trip out to Napa. Then we had to leave because I got the unexpected call of a lifetime. My mom called and asked if we were at Hops Haven so meet up. I had told my mom that we would be going there and that we should meet up but I didn’t expect it to happen. So we fled the party and met my godmother Terri and my mom at the brew house. We spent the remainder of the night there and talked with Terri and my mom. It was a great time. Terri also had an unexpected encounter. It seems her daughter Sarah dates a guy whose hangout is Hops Heaven. Go figure he was there and we ran into him. The guy was a little freaked out to see Terri there but he held himself together enough not to make too much of an ass of himself. So once my mom and Terri left we wrapped up the night and headed home.

Monday was opening day and turned out to be pretty much the some old thing. I would write more but I’m getting bored so here is the truncated version. Took off work at 11. Went to parking lot to meet Booze Inn guys. Did shotguns and listened to music. Went and hung out with Falls boys. Booze Inn bus got in gladiator type fifteen on fifteen fight. Cops came, eight Harley, eight bicycle and five mounted. Went to game. Found Graham and Luedke. Watched game. Went to My Office with Luedke after. Went home and ate a pizza.

Is That a Pre- or Post-Chili Glow

Saturday was the start of our weekend this week. Adam came over to watch the basketball games and drink a couple brew ha has with us. After the games the three of us went to the Metro for a couple drinks. I actually skipped the martini special this week and drank only beer. The last time I was there was the night we drank hurricanes and I got gut rot from all the sweetness of the drinks. After that we headed over to My Office and finished up the night there.

Sunday J, Adam, Stacey and I went to the chili cook off being held at Lakefront Brewery. They had a bunch of different kinds of chili from all over the MKE area. It was $3 to get in and then a dollar for a cup of chili. I forgot my chili tastin’ spoon at home but that didn’t prevent me from eating upwards of twelve cups of chili. It was a gorgeous day so we finished up our chili eating adventure on the outdoor patio at Lakefront and soaked up some of the spring sun. It was pretty much the consensus in our group that Koppa’s had the best chili of the competition. There were many other good chilies including Philly Way, Soup Station, Soup Shack, BBC’s, and the official winner Q who made their chili with BBQ brisket and gave you a tortilla with it. We all ate way too much chili and we rolled home and basked in our chili glow. Maybe a chili glow isn’t a good way to describe what we were basking in. Either way it was fun. Since a good majority of the Jocelyn’s family went to Illinois I have to give them my condolences for Monday’s hard fought loss to North Carolina for the NCAA basketball title. You’ll get ’em next year tiger!