Monday, September 24, 2012

Let's Keep It Moving.

So work is starting to pile up again as the season is starting to finally change. So with that said, it was finally time to change the boards over at the Goose Clybourn. 

Both boards that is. My jerking off arm almost fell off after doing double time this day. Luckily, I've been teaching my feet on sensual pleasures. 

Finished this up with the homie Nathan West as well. My arm was not feeling good this week. 

This may be the largest shrimp I've ever drawn. I got a little uncomfortable after finishing work. 

Trimm back from tour and brought back some regional edibles. Readers of this blog know how much I love my charcuterie items and this was no exception on how awesome and magical the pig really is. All the way from Seattle, the fat and richness of this just settled into my mouth like warm jizz on a bukkaked face. 

I forget where this beer is from but get it? 420 brah...BRAH! LIKE 420!

Every time the homie Scuba Steve comes to town, trouble follows immediately. 

I did put this into my mouth. Steve being a fine connoisseur of processed cheese sauces, he couldn't help himself. 

He would soon a lot of weight the following morning and rape my toilet. 

 Not looking forward to carrying this around, but it was definitely fun to do something different.

This is great on so many levels. I just have the worst feeling that this person is pushing 40 and just started "street art" and is now being ironic somehow. On the other hand, it could be a 12 year old who just wanted to get up, I'm really hoping its a 12 year old. 

Rolled through Brad's birthday party with 8 lbs of meat and three friends and the first thing I noticed was this enormous waffle in the fridge. I was speechless. 

The man of the hour who basically ate and drank everything that was handed to him. Beast mode son. Although I was ready to burn the feather in his hat until he told what it was for...tickling. I left it alone. 


There was plenty to eat, drink, and stare at in awe. Steve and I had a man date to complete so we got full of dead animals, beer, whiskey, guacamole, cider, sausage, Bourbon County Stout from 2008-2012, and chips, we headed over to the Typical Cats show over at Bottom Lounge. 

Reluctantly woke up the next morning to head down to Lafayette to do a site visit for a wedding I'm catering out there. This dismal arcade also was home to a laundromat and syphillis. 

Instead of coming out all the way, he supports his alternative lifestyle in a subtle way by wearing the gayest hat ever. 

Not to be outdone by the cheese dog Steve had earlier in the week, he double downed a couple of big beef and cheddar's at Arby's. "Hey Siri, what's an Arby?" We never found out. 

So this is the first thing we see upon arriving to our first destination in Lafayette. The phone bounced off the smashed squirrel and propelled itself to where it is in this picture. We all had a good laugh until we realized that this was possibly going to be a meal for someone in the hood. 

Good to see the homie Sacred killing it as always. 

Twice on one stretch of wall. Fucking over achiever. 

Finally got to Noah's house and was greeted by every Asian males wet dream.

Hitting the farm in style with a cold Blatz on a cart ready to view the farm! 

Seeing a wedding site like this makes me a little excited and honored to be cooking for Noah's wedding. The whole plot of land is amazing and should be a good place to do all kinds of bad things you hope will stay in Lafayette. Looking forward to it! 

 Every visit out of town should include a brewery visit.

Solid visit and all the people working were super cool and inviting. The specialty beers were solid and made the depressing drinking room a little more tolerable. 

Noah took the whole posse over to the Black Sparrow. A newer gastro pub with a concentration in specialty cocktails, and decent food. I felt like I was transported back to Logan Square. 

$5 dollar bacon wrapped dates. Delicious. The orange slice looks awkward on the plate though. This is something a culinary student would do to "jazz" up a plate. I still ate the orange though.

The diablo pizza was delicious and it packed a nice gentle heat that would end up coming out not so gentle in the morning. 

I tried everything everyone else had. The tuna was good, the cuban pork sammy could have definitely used a little more moisture and flavor. The pickles on it definitely helped it out. 

You can never go wrong with goat cheese and tomato sauce. So freaking good and warming. All the food was very good with a cool laid back vibe inside. We all had a good time and were on our 12th beer at this point. Time was maybe 7pm. 

Then all hell broke loose and stromboli's and pizzas were ordered to ensure our diarrheatic outcome later. Steve couldn't fit the food in his face fast enough. 

Nothing better than drunk cooking. I sometimes think I'm better drunk cooking than not drunk cooking. 

I blame this mostly. We finished this bottle and a little off the other full bottle of this. 

Part of the motley crew. I was an honorary caucasian for the night. 

So Noah lives in an amazing vintagey house with a bunch of cool shit. The above document is a death certificate from 1879 in German! Creepy but fucking cool! I love shit like this.

I had to in the spirit of being an idiot. 

Skillet hooking it up with an amazing tomato salad over at Trimm's Sunday funday. 

 Then the evening started with this stupid belt buckle and the retarded decisions that would soon follow.

Like starting a bonfire in the grill on an all wood porch. 

The night would end with blood.

My night and long week/weekend ended with a Blatz on Tap. Happy Monday bitches! 

I love the colder weather.

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