Nothing Left To Give


At this very moment, I’m supposed to be finishing my survey assignment for my spatial stats course. It’s not that I don’t want to finish it, I just realized that I work best with little breaks every so often. That being the case, time to give wiskate some love.

Last night will go down as one of the most entertaining evenings in recent history. I’m not ready to say best night in MKE history with any degree of seriousness, but it was worth every bit of time spent, which is a great thing. There’s a bar that we’ve been patronizing on Saturdays the last few weeks, and although it is REALLY bad (read: college bar filled to the gills with retards), it makes for some good times, especially when you effectively take it over. I’d like to pause for a moment to ponder why the Carn hasn’t updated in a it because we made out a few months back in the Wisconsin Dells? C’mon Carn, we need you back. it doesn’t have to be awkward. Back to the details….

Burrs and I got in with minimal problems, and almost immediately found ourselves ready to fight some fucko who felt like spilling a drink on my roomate with no remorse. Luckily the situation was handled, but not before I got yelled at by someone’s girlfriend for antagonizing the situation. In my defense, I feel like unchecked racist remarks are one reason people keep making them. Nothing says “This is not okay” like a barstool to the face. Things mellowed out and our crew brought the hype level close to the breaking point. Towards the end of the night, I had Bee Bee over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and was promptly told to put her down by the staff of said bar. Bro, don’t work at a bar if you “…totally hate drunk people”. Seriously, you have to give some wiggle room here. For the last 30 minutes or so we had a gaunlet/corridor that you had to go through to leave the bar. When people would leave, we raised the motherfucker for them, and if they were into it, we started to chant and hype it up even more. One guy was so stoked, he kept going through and bringing new people through. It was epic. When we were leaving, two guys in mink coats were trying to fuck up one of the employees for slapping one of their female friends. A gun was flashed, Shindell got in the middle of it to break it up, and everyone got nervous. Another racist remark was made, and we broke out to the after party. Esentially that was the beginning of the night, although I’ll spare the play by play for the after parties and just give a few key notes.

I got a hilarious call from one of my Wisconsin Dells friends (the good one), and a susequent text apology the next day. It was unncessary (the text), but funny in any event. The second after party was good, but the owners of the house sucked, so they got shredded wheat poured all over their stairwell. There may have also been a chair thrown at some point as well, maybe even by a current NYC’er with nothing to lose. Later on drama started happening, someone got yelled at, smelled his fingers, and we knew it was time to go home. We watched the sun come up and had a great dudefast at Michigan Street.

I was going to go on a rant about art, but I think I’ll save that for tomorrow, and I’ll have some good photos as well. Everyone made out okay, no one has a soiled bed, and good times were flowing like Pabst from a tall-boy. Everyone needs to come next week, it can only get better…