Cleveland Recap

OK. We're back. What a great weekend.
In to town and picked up by the Evil Twin. We have very little time to get to Big Ron's, change, and make our reservations. Uh-oh, a DUI checkpoint. Now, I know the Evil Twin isn't drunk but who knows what he has in the car. Well long story short, he got a seatbelt ticket, I changed in the car, and we were late but still had a table at Ken Stewart's. We had a fantastic meal. Started off with two martinis (Beefeaters b/c no Boodles there and I find Sapphire a little too juniper-ey) I had the mixed grill. 10 oz. Filet Mignon, rack of lamb, and huge shrimp. Finished up with a congac and a cigar at the bar w/ Big Ron where we had the cliche "Where has the time gone?" talk (his 30th birthday was on Sun. exactly 1 week after ours). Big Ron did put us on scholarship too (yay! B/c that dinner would've crushed our budget).
After dinner we all went to Big Ron's where we drank Dom Perignon (it's another world there) and watched the Evil Twin try "The Paintball Challenge".

What's the paintball challenge? Well, it's a 40-yd dash across Big Ron's backyard while he tries to shoot you with a paintball gun. If you make it without getting hit you get $700. If you run naked in a Baldwin-Wallace football helmet and make it across you get $1000. The Evil Twin tried it a couple times and got peppered with paintballs.

Then the next day we layed around watching football and movies. That night was Big Ron's surprise party. Me, Meathead, and The Evil Twin took Ron out to a bar. Then Meathead got a call from Big Ron's brother and he told Ron that he was at a stripclub with champagne for his birthday. We just had to stop at Meathead's house first to change.

Suprise! Party-time. Well, for me, the party started off tense b/c this was the Missus's first exposure to my old Cleveland friends en masse and she was not happy about being left with them while I was at the bar. Basically, all of the guys are huge, aggressive thugs and all of the girls are strippers or ex-strippers. I think she was exaggerating b/c they loved her by the end of the night. Besides, what could I do? I'm merely an actor in this play. I had to take Big Ron (from now on - BR) out for the ruse.

The highlight was someone brought a beer bong as a joke and then someone thought it would be hilarious if people actually bonged beer, like the old days. Let me tell you, there's something really sad about 30 year old's bonging beer at a party. Everyone was wrecked. They had a case of Grey Goose and a 1/2 case of Three Olives vodka so I decided to drink that instead of the keg of Miller Lite (no brainer).

Also, they refer to Meathead as "The Head" so we'll have to resolve this somehow. His head is friggin' enormous while mine isn't nearly as massive.

Anyway, go back to BR's, go to sleep, wake up and poke all of the hungover people (I'm basically hangover free. Thank you vodka!). BR was 1/2 unconscious in the shower, The Missus was in rough shape, and everyone else was feeling kinda shitty.

Breakfast with my aunt, beers with St. Jude at some shitty sports bar (where we made plans to start our own zany morning zoo radio program - Doctor and the Z-Man), and back to Nashville.

Back to work - ugh.