Post LBL

So I have just returned from the dirty south and arguably the funnest weekend I have had in many a year. It went down a little something like this:

Day One:

Friday was merciless, as I looked up at the clock every 15 mins only to realize exactly that...it had only been 15 mins. Once the clock hit 5 bells I was on a tear to get to John Rahns house so we could get on the road to freedom. The drive down was quite scenic through all of the Reservations...one can never really understand how much Native Americans love the sport of basketball until you drive through the Winnebago Reservation. At our stop for the night (Fremont) John and myself thought it a great idea to order up lots of the beautiful concoction you all might know as beer....I pulled up a piece of carpet around Midnight...game over.

Day Two:

John and myself wake up at 6:15am ready to rock and roll and end up cracking our morning beers as soon as we step out of the car in Lincoln. The next hour and a half was full of much beer drinking and listening to the magic tunes of none other than Richard Cheese and Lounge Against the Machine. The day started out with rain so I was prepared to be soaked all day when all of a sudden the clouds parted and we were left with a 65 degree sunny day that could not have been any better! 57 miles of road meandering from Lincoln, NE to Crete, NE where I had some sweet potato fries and a Philly. The ride home didnt happen for John though....his Castro Valley decided to give up the ghost and popped 4 spokes...suck!

Day Two (later):

John and I headed up to Fremont before the rest of the crew and decided to drink a bit at the local eating establishment, which ended up with John trying to buy a farmer a shot of Jose Cuervo...and the farmer deciding that his better judgement would prevail and he happily declined.

All in all there were 11 of us on this glorious ride! I am anxiously awaiting Schnoctobeerfest in October.