Stopped at a Redcorn casino. Doubled my $20, left a deposit in the bathroom, and then left. Total ownage, total win.
Tag: travel
Day 2 – Milwaukee
Miller Park, home of the Brewers. Today, the home team prevails once again, which seems to be the norm on my road trips.
Day 1 – Chicago
Bad brogger. I told myself I’d post daily on my trip. Instead I’m minutes away from enjoying an improving show and Wrigley Field was great. Front row; I wonder if we’ll get assaulted.
Okay, July 23rd in a nutshell
Flights all sucked due to Mother Nature PMSing all over the Midwest, missed a bajillion flights, detoured through NC to reach around my head to scratch my ass up to Chicago which was also delayed a bajillion times, landed just in time to see the Braves blow save and lose, Mother Nature resumes PMSing, and my best friend’s flight is also delayed and we won’t have time to get our late night Chicago style deep dish pizza and the WordPress app sucks. Despite all this, I refuse to let it deter me; this must be an awesome weekend.
Better (insanely) late, than not at all
After three missed flights, an improvised detour through North Carolina, an afternoon of zbs, and a twice-delayed flight, I am finally in Chicago to embark on my annual baseball exploration trip.
Brogging from the road
So right now, I’m getting off on a plane in Raleigh, North Carolina instead of Chicago.
True pain
It is a widely known fact that when it comes to needing to hold it, that men are vastly superior to women. I have a belief that men are always capable of assessing their need to urinate based on a scale of one through ten. We tend to really only seek the need when it begins to encroach at five or so; unless we’re bored, antsy, and feeling the need to move about, pretty much anything underneath five can typically be ignored and held in. Once past five, it would be a good idea to seek out the nearest commode.