The Competition

A little while back, we were enjoying a nice meal with Todd, Meg, and Andrew at Quigley's. Our wedding happened to come up and Megan espoused how she was hoping to have a date to the Event of the Decade. We assured her that she would and expressed our concern for Andrew's odds of having a date. When this concern was mentioned, Andrew's ears perked up and he said with an air of confidence that he was not worried about having a date, because he was sure that he would. Upon saying this, the rest of us just looked at him as he casually ate his sandwich and appeared to be surprised that we were not as confident as he appeared to be in his ability to procure the arm of another. 

Well, in order to make things interesting, a little deal was struck between Andrew and Megan. Here are the details of what is now known as The Competition:

1. The wedding cannot be the first "date."
2. At least five dates must be in the record book in order for the person to qualify. 
3. The person cannot be paid.
4. The rules committee (Me, Mar and Todd) have the authority to strike a date from the books if it is deemed to be unacceptable. 
5. The loser will have to pay for the winner's hotel room.
6. In the event of a tie, the contestants will each receive five dollars to use at the casino the night of the wedding. 

I am sure that several of you have already heard about The Competition, but I just wanted to make it formal. 

Heaven Help Us

If you have not noticed, our dear, confused "friend" Andrew has begun his own blog. It is linked to the right along with the blogs of our other friends, so take a peek if you dare. Mar and I have been at him for awhile, trying to get him to start a blog since it has proven to be a great tool for communicating with everyone. At first he refused, saying that blogs are only for people who want to sully the landscape with liberal propaganda, but he has finally seen the light. Make sure read his missives after putting the women and children to sleep, for it is not for the feint of heart.

An Ode To The Troughs

Those of us gentlemen that have been to Wrigley Field know the dirty secret of the men's bathroom, they contain troughs instead of urinals. While some guys love the trough, I don't care from them. Nonetheless, the trough is one of those "experiences" that everyone comes to know after visiting the Shrine. A little while back, our "friend" Andrew, and I only use the term friend because I cannot thing of something more appropriate shared this video with me (WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT VIEW IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, THIS IS GROSS):



While the thought of doing this turns my stomach, it is one of the funniest things I have ever seen. I understand that this will probably only appeal to us gentlemen that have experienced the troughs, so I apologize to those of us find who no entertainment in this video. You can simply blame Andrew.