Brewers vs. Twins in Minnesota 2009

The beer flowed free (although not cheap, because we still had to pay for it) and before we knew it, the lights came on and the bouncers were pushing us out the door. I wasn't ready to go, for tonight had been one of the funniest nights of my life. Without getting into details, I got much enjoyment watching Shawn dance with the ladies, and I did mean to pluralize that. But the place was closed, and we were all tired out from all the drinking and dancing but not yet ready to go home. This is a common problem among young adults, so luckily eateries have created the solution - stay open late to accommodate the needs of the late night crowd looking for a bite to eat and a place to sober up. We went to a Perkins, and Shawn passed out in the booth for the majority of the time. The service was horrendous, and if we weren't drunk we would have left. Your standards usually decrease with the increase of alcohol intake, so we stuck around. We got some free dinner rolls out of it, which is where the butter came into play in these pictures. Eventually we ordered and ate our food, and by the time all was said and done we were at Perkins for well over an hour. Then we went back to Shawn's house to pass out, for today had been a long and tiring day.

After 2 boots we switched over to the more traditional German giant beer mug, which probably has a name, but for the first time I really don't feel like looking it up. It was pretty packed down in the basement, which surprised me. I would never figure that the young adults of Minneapolis would be so into German beer and polka, but then at the stroke of midnight I understood why (despite this place being awesome) that it was packed down here. Like Cinderella at the ball, this place was transformed from German Beer Hall to ghetto dance club when the today turned into tomorrow. The lights dimmed more, the funky beat went up and the disco lights swirled. I was here for the beer, but I soon found out that Mike and Shawn were aware of this transformation and had come here to get their groove on. I watched from the sidelines for a while, but as soon as the Hefeweiss started to get a hold of me, I was out there cutting a rug or whatever the youth of today do out on the dance floor. This wasn't what I would have chosen, but I ended up having a great time, which shows with good friends, anything can be fun.

This guy (left picture) was pretty hammered, and somehow he developed a man-crush on me. He kept telling me that although he was from Minnesota, he liked the Wisconsin teams (most notably the Packers and Brewers) better. He must have sought me out because I was wearing Brewers gear, and the spirits gave him the unconscionable desire to share that information with someone, and I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He kept on coming back near me and dancing in my vicinity, and he kept on reminding me of his passion for Wisconsin sports. I kept on trying to ditch him, but to further prove his point, he whipped out his wallet, which was emblazoned with the Green Bay Packers logo. In doing so, he dropped $5 out of his pocket, which Mike Bates (right picture) ground scored. Neither of us felt bad that the guy lost $5, because it was his fault that he was drunk and trying to start a bromance with me. So after all the trouble I went through, we only got $5 dollars out of it. Seriously, this guy was like my conjoined twin - that's how clingy he was to me. I guess it's the small price I pay for having an attractive personality, being a local and national celebrity and just being the shit in general. It's my burden to bear.

Home

This German Beer Hall was very traditional, right down to the beer that they offered and the Polka Band playing in the basement. Upstairs (the main floor) there was a restaurant, but we weren't interested in eating bratwurst, we were interested in drinking. And drink we did, as we passed around the boot until every last drop was consumed. And then like Frank "the Tank", we had no choice but to "fill it up again" because "it's so good once it hits your lips." Drinking boots never usually ends well for me, but I had a good feeling about this one.

After the disappointing Brewers loss, Mike and I needed to go out and drown our sorrows. Shawn wanted to go out and celebrate, so we needed to find a place that would accommodate both of our current moods. After Twins games, we usually go out to the 7 corners area (which is like our Water St. in Milwaukee) but decided to switch it up this time. We first went to this hole in the wall ball (which are my favorites) and got cheap pitchers of PBR. After getting liquored up on the "good stuff", we went down the road a few blocks to this German Beer Hall to get a boot. I'm no stranger to boots (having been to Hooligan's on North Ave. many times) so I loved this idea.