Zoo Party

Yesterday I had the pleasure to see the immortal Blessed Union of Souls play at the Cincinnati Zoo for the zoo's 130th birthday. Man those guys can rock, but I'd still take the tiger in a fight.

Wedding Bells

And this weekend I had the honor of being best man at Mr. Matt Geiger's Wedding in Marshall, MI. (I just can't stay away from the wolverines) We had a crazy day of golf and a beautiful Wedding and reception. Hope the Alaskan Honeymoon rocks.

The Big House

Sorry for the delay in updates, so much going on. But last week I had the pleasure of joining mr. Ron thompson and crew in the exciting Notre Dame vs. Michigan college footbal game in which the mighty fighting irish upset the heavily favored Wolverines. And I learned how to shotgun a beer.

Labor Day Fireworks

So this is supposed to be a huge deal here in Cin town. These fire works put on by a local radio station. And I go down there with some neighbors and the fire works are great, very colorful. But I want to give 3 cheers to the abundant white trash of the tristate area. This clown and his whore girlfriend, right as the fireworks begin, come up and stand right on my neighbors blanket, which he set up 5 hours earlier to have a good view. The moronic couple then begins moving stuff around on the blanket and dive into their cover beer that they snuck in. What's wrong with people, honestly. But at least the fire works lived up to the hype. Nicely done

The Renegade Gambler Strikes Again

JD, the renegade Gambelr, along with his sidekick lemur, Blur, are once again on the run from the law. Be ware, this desparate duo will do anything to not be wisked off to the local jail. Watch out!

Chicago '05: Part 3

So now, after that great first day, the exciting part of the adventure begins. Happy Birthday to me 8/28. After a lovely mass at Holy Name Cathedral, its off to Wonderful Wrigley Field. In the Subway station, I help a bunch of guys who are also going to the game by telling them which way to go and what stop to get off. From then till the end of the subway ride I was known as
"the embassador of Chicago" to this group of mildly inebriated bleacher bums.

Once in the stadium I take my seat (8 rows off the field...Sweet). There was a wonderful ceremony for Mr. Ryne Sandberg, they raised his flag on the right field foul pole, and he and his wife walk around the ball park to a thunderous standing ovation for one of the top 10 second basemen ever. He also threw out the first pitch and sang "Take me out to the ballgame" as the Cubs man handled the Marlins 14-3 in the most exciting blowout I've ever seen. Truely a happy Birthday.

Chicago '05: Part 2

After the theater and bidding farewell to my new friend from down under, I took a stroll to famous Navy Pier. Along with the bright lights and bustling people, it seems that the pier had gone international this particular night. Just a few yards onto the pier there was a cruise ship that said "Jazz Moonlight cruise" and forming a huge line were all the brothers of Chi town and their fine women. Then, there was another ship that read "Starlight Salsa Cruise" and sure enogh all of the latinos in the area had shown up for a night on the water. A little farther down was the Budwiser Beer garden and some Jamaican band. This seemed to be the hangout for the resident white trash of Chicago. And at the very end of the pier in this large, glass room were a sect of the rich white folk all enjoying an extravagant wedding reception. It was like the Epcot of Illinois. On the way back to my hotel room I was able to admire the massive ferris wheel. That was until I was surrounded by 4 large black men and one of them dumped 1/3 of his beer on my leg, and then began fiercly beating the cloth of my pant leg so as to "not waste any beer" Thank god I was to tired to retaliate in any way, because I think I may night be writing these words to all my readers if I had tried to step to this group of rabble. As it was, I walked on and anticipated the comeing day of baseball and birthday celebration.

Chicago '05: Part 1

Okay everyone, and Paul, here it is, the thrilling rendition of my trip to chicago, so expansive in description and exhastive in adventure that it needs 3 parts to be told. To begin, I arrived in the Windy City 8/27 in the late afternoon. After checking in and having nothing to do I wandered down to the theater district to see what was playing on the stage this warm saturday evening. Well, it turns out the newest Broadway sensation, Wicked, is playing. I go up to the box office and try to buy a ticket.

"sold out," the gentleman says. "But you can enter the drawing next door at Borders for discount tickets to tonights show"

So that's what I do. But my name in the hat, sit down and read a book until the drawing. The guy calls 2 or 3 names, and then says, "and all the way from Cincinnati, OH, John Diehl"
Wah-hoo I think. I jump up and get my tickets. They actually give you 2 fron row tix for $25 each. So who to take? Once it was known I had an extra seat, I was instantly popular with offers left and right. But I decided on a sweet Aussie named Amy Edwards who starts school in Canada in 2 days. We get our tix with an hour to kill. So what to do in Chicago, go bowling of course. Right next to the house of blues was a cool ally called 10 pin w/ a dozen huge projection screens a full bar and great music. After a game, off to the Theater, and it just happened that we were dead center, front row. Not bad. The show was great and the music was better, and the lead was this famous chick from Saturday night live. A rock and roll evening, but things were just getting started on the Big B-day Weekend.