casual ultimate » 2006 » August

Last night we rolled up to the peach pit for a mysterious celebration which bk initiated yesterday morning. You’d think it’d be tough to get a crowd to roll out on such short notice but not if you’re in the CU state of mind. The occasion ended up being bryan’s birthday (of course c.u. knew in advance but we cant name our sources….) The party was a success on every level, if those levels include doing one jameson shot too many and giving akira head - I don’t think it was in that order though. Here we are giving the birthday boy his present. We heart BK. So does piece obviously… because billy came by and brought us all shots to toast our favorite 32 year old. Here’s the rowdy group mid toast. shots on a school night? oh my…

In other news, Miss Casual rocked the house in gold stiletto sandals. Maybe we can find a similar style with an athletic feel for the fields; unfortunately, these casuals aren’t that cute. We were inspired by someone’s new mustachioed look and created this montage. Sometimes it takes a montage to show a lot of things happening at once. Match the ’stache to the CU contributor - name them all and you win a free VIP pass to the launch party.
Last but certainly not least, rumor has it James Burris is back in town - true or false? Also, for those of you who think Roadhouse shows up on the field and kicks ass without thinking of frisbee in her downtime, she was spotted out for a jog around 10:30 last night - I hope you were wearing something reflective, young lady. You’re putting us all to shame…and by that I mean me.

pump my brakes what? i mean granted c.u. has been verging on megalomania lately but hey… we’re a little bored at work. last night we had a casual dining outing. casual dining may be a bi-monthly occurance now so if you are interested email us (casualultimate@gmail.com as if you didnt know). our next stop we are thinking will be la scarola in a couple of weeks.

our first venture for the newly forming supper club was at la sardine. between braised oxtail with gnocchi and miss casual’s first mussel, we spent some time discussing the launch party for the new site. deep into our second bottle of burgundy miss casual convinced half the RWIP house to host the party with BK’s room as the vip ‘high life’ lounge. we are thinking we need either bjorn and pfil or denardis and baker to run the velevt ropes with full on c.u. t-shirts, clipboards, and earpieces. sally suggested flying chucktown in to be the hired muscle for the party which is a fantastic idea if we had any money. (”‘country, country…you were being kind of a bitch.’ youre not on the list.”)

if it ends up being denardis and baker we like the idea of denardis as the hired muscle satnding silently brooding off to the side while baker gets all up in peoples’ grilles. with bjorn and pfil, its at their discretion who wants to play bad cop.

of course the c.u. staff will need t-shirts for the launch which we are looking into as we speak. ‘that guy rob’, my friend at work (not to be confused with briefcase rob, who we all know loves the blog) requested a shirt designating him as such for the launch. we at c.u. are not sure its in the budget at this point but are more than willing to consider bribes in exchange for shirts and / or fame.

to be privy to more of our insane scheming, come out to piece tonight at 7pm. happy hour courtesy of BK.

Friday night was…ultimate. What started out as happy hour with the ccx IT department turned into a night of drunken debauchery. i won’t say who, but someone almost got his balls cut off. we don’t know his name, but it was close. that’s how we roll.

It started out at the Peach Pit - brew some more worryin’ ale or shut down the bar. After a mass texting, C.U. knew we had to make this night happen on our own. and happen it did. El Presidente oversaw our first meeting of the technical advisory committee; Akira is quitting his job on Thursday to work on the website fulltime. She wouldn’t have come out if she knew she’d be watching drunken brainstorming sessions all night. Next stop was Lemmings, where flowcharts, venn diagrams and strategic planning continued. Scanned blueprints to come. Rob brought in reinforcements from the burbs and we headed out to our next stop. Ms. Ulty decided that the best cure for an injured back is to give El Presidente a piggyback ride to the Map Room for some Beers of the World and the longest pool games on the planet. (Dan, seriously, i’m going to stop drunk dialing you to say things reminded me of you - but baby i miss your body.)

Next stop turned out to be a lapse in judgment. We’re not even sure what this place is called, but it may as well have been in Bagley, WI. It may be called Ed & Jean’s, but stay away because you’ll be assaulted or sexually harassed by the proprietors. unless that’s your thing. The $2 high life seemed worth the atmosphere, until our new friend John (bless you soldier) got headbutted by Jimmy*. It looked like it hurt; here is John being comforted by his assailant. Sorry dude, but you get mad props for not crying.

Oh but there was more to come. Next stop was Danny’s….too sleepy thanks to the reggae and the weirdo who lost his cellphone. We cabbed the four blocks to Estelle’s in an attempt to beat the line, all to no avail. Which brings us back to square one, the kid in the window almost losing his manhood. If you want the details you’ll just have to come out with us next time. Props to Pete, our best friend forever at Penny’s; that place is good even though ms. ulty has been “banned for life” by the owner and can only dine in-house and pay with cash. Petey moss, see what you can do about that.

* Check him out; I think Jimmy is older than my dad.

Good evening, because whatever time it is in Cali, it’s always 11 PM in Chicago due to time change.

casual ultimate

This blog has moved to a more permanent home, which will soon look incredible and be a jumping-off point for world domination. Those who have been contributors since the beginning will be getting @casualultimate.com email addresses once we figure out how they work. Chuck clearly needs a new address.

It’s happening. www.casualultimate.com is being created by miniature robots and unicorns somewhere in the interscope as we type. don’t try to go there now it’s blank because unicorns are slow as fuck. but soon it will be there and it will be AWESOME. big ups to treem for technical support - his blog, by the way, is 100% real biznass. U.S. workers are more productive this year. watch for these productive workers to begin manufacturing casualultimate gear.

On the ultimate front, Cooler was this weekend but we don’t have much to post, despite the fact that “injured” ms. ultimate was there on saturday. mr. briefcase (soon to be found at casualultimate.com/businesscasual) lost to CLX on sunday; according to roadhouse, we failed to capitalize on scoring opportunities. briefcase has taken this approach in the past. i haven’t heard anything about a blamestorm, so i think everyone’s ok. paulie paul pulled his hammie. lauren and ms. ultimate sat on the sidelines eating fruit salad and going through business jargon flash cards purchased by the most awesome and aforementioned roadhouse. expect these flashcards to be incorporated into the new site.

share your comments on cooler - how did the girls and the boys do this weekend? chicago represent?

the c.u. staff is heading out to see some motherf%^&in snakes on a motherf%^&in plane tonight and if you’re reading this you’re invited…probably. email us (casualultimate@gmail.com) if you’re interested. or if you want to be on the mailing list and you’re not. or if you want to shower me with flattery becuase i have a copy of outkast’s new album a week early thanks to everyones’ favorite new yorker and maybe ill give it to you.

in other news… ms. utlimate is injured and probably can’t play at cooler. i dont know how briefcase is going to do it without her. i mean i have faith in our business casual brothers and sisters but without ms. ultimate’s fierce wit, super speed, and stunning good looks… lets just say its a tough loss. miss casual skipped out on beach last night, not that i was really invited, becuase i also skipped work and rode my bike to evanston. the only way to recover from the team M festivities in my humble opinion. i ran into baker (going back to rodan to reclaim property from the night before) and monica (who hollered at me from her car…big ups to her by the way for yelling ‘hey miss casual’ instead of ‘hey jess’).

so its going to be a tall order for those of you going to cooler. youre going to have to cover the tournament for c.u. if ms. ultimate does go. but i know you can do it. pfil, baker, rob… don’t let us down.

well thankfully summer league is over becuase we cant hang with team M. they are too hardcore for the casual ladies. last night we had our team party and things went well beyond ‘casual’ into ’staying out too late on a school night and singing skynard’. thats right you heard me…freebird. thats how we roll.

we started at rodan with ollie, ruth, jim, and our lovely hosts the khales. they all got out before it got ugly although not before we all got to drink some yummy champagne and verbally abuse the waitstaff in front of dave, the big boss. baker was already willing to do anything to get on the blog. witness his hot dance moves.

then we went to nicks with a smaller crew… megan, evan, jason, baker, and the c.u. staff rolled up in there ready to cause trouble. megan has some inside connects so all of a sudden there were shots. pfil, who’d been busy making dollars in a focus group for playboy.com all afternoon, rolled up with dp and thats when the real trouble started. we played some pool and miss casual, being total deadweight in this regard, caused herself and jason to lose to meghan and baker. i believe there was some wager involving miss casual singing ‘ive got friends in low places’ to baker and meghan but the details are fuzzy.

then dp and i tried to start a bar brawl but it didnt catch on quite like we hoped. there were jukebox wars all night and we had a round of singing and dancing to johnny cash before walking back up paulina at some rediculous hour of the night / morning. pfil apparently needed that playboy money cause he got two parking tickets while throwing down with the c.u. ladies.

the post title was supposed to be something along the lines of ‘i just had all my pubic hair ripped out’ becuase baker said that at some point in the evening, although we have no idea when or with regard to what exactly. the only reason we even know this is that ms. ultimate, in her ever vigilent dedication to our faithful readers, emailed it to me at 130 am when she got home. thats love people.

while miss casual was holding it down/dashing ms. ultimate’s dreams of ever being a league champion in chicago, the other half of C.U. was getting casual formal for Ben & Bacers’ wedding in la jolla. for those of you who don’t know, la jolla is in SoCal, just north of the whale’s vagina. it’s a lovely town, filled with seals and tide pools. ms. ultimate fulfilled a childhood dream by visiting the san diego zoo on saturday, home of this panda. this panda is on the blog mostly because stacey loves pandas, and this post is about her wedding (i still don’t have a guarantee i’ll make the final album).

after the requisite brunch and pedicure, the other 75% of the quad got decked out and headed to the beachside hotel to watch little bacers get married and change her name, all so that her email address could be slutkoski@gmail.com. ok, actually she put a B in there for her middle initial, but her nickname’s slutkoski from now on regardless. i know C.U. isn’t the place where you come to read sentimental sap, that’s mike’s world, but people i can’t help it she’s my bestie. the ceremony was lovely, simple and very stacey&ben for those eight readers who know her. it was outside, in a park overlooking the ocean. aside from the sunset, the best part of the location was that it meant the snakes on a plane banner flew by more than once - i hope it made it into the background of one of the photos. the bride and groom looked so happy i couldn’t stand it. i was crying so hard the whole time my eyes hurt the next day. the only complication came at the end, when it turned out the actually wedding papers were nowhere to be found. best man Ned had to go find them in the groom’s room, supposedly under a dirty pair of underwear. we won’t ask questions. anyway, they got it signed in the middle of the cocktail reception, although the judge was so tipsy i’m not sure it’s a binding legal document. lainers? russell? professional opinions? ms. ultimate was pacing herself, but apparently judge and his bosty botox second wife knew they weren’t staying for the reception and took advantage of the open bar while they could (thanks, by the way, mr. and mrs. gerson).

of course it wouldn’t be stacey’s wedding without a little sass, so here’s the blushing bride at the bar across the street, waving her finger at somebody. probably adam, because he was wearing a suit and tie instead of the pirate shirt he’d ordered from international male just for the occasion. the bride and groom left pretty soon to make it official, and the evening trailed off from there. we hear there was some fighting and bloodshed among the groom’s friends later in the evening…maybe they can fill us in on the details.

it’s all pretty casual from there. hilary got the same american apparel bathing suit that ms. ultimate has, even though she knew i’d be wearing it because i brought it to vegas. we lounged by the pool, took walks along the ocean, pestered sea anemones, etc. we ate mexican food for lunch and dinner - anyone know where a girl can get a good lobster enchilada in chitown? it was a fun weekend. congrats to stacey and ben! i hope simon didn’t miss you too much and bite you in the eye when you got home, like that crazy cat at the hotel.

well the summer league tournament was an affair to remember. even one of the b(r)s showed up with slider. (thanks for coming out carlo…represent). after a stellar season, team M went down early, losing to mike d’s assassins in the first round. but we couldnt have lost to a more casual team. ms ultimate was greatly missed but hopefully she did something she’ll regret in california. after miss casual’s best attempt to tackle mike, we played the 3-4 game against lyrica and tiger’s team, who went down to cho, thor and liz. it was a fun game, especially since we were drinking high life before, during, and after the regulation play.

after the comissioner and i went on a beer run, we played another game in the loser bracket (for no apparent reason) while thor’s team took down the assassins. miss casual tried to get out of the game by playing drinking games with the casual crew (pfil, dp, lyrica, tiger, mike d, and joe little) but got guilt tripped into playing by jason, baker, and the cutest kid around, quinn (the kales’ little one).

after winning that game, the team M love fest broke up in time for some spirited sideline adventures during the finals. dp (the big spirit winner) and pfil kicked his disc’s ass while baker and mike d. spooned. at one point mike spiked the game disc onto the field and made some dude in spandex call for a new disc. (buddy shoulda called for some frickin pants while he was at it. its a family program bro.) baker even blushed at some of the heckling… and at mike and i ripping new holes in the already disappearing shirt on rob. rob, who was making fun of yours truly for her casual lifestyle with dan benjamin, admitted he “love(s) the blog” before being permitted readmission to the casual collective.

the post title comes from thor, who reigns victorious with his team after the finals on saturday. he was talking about the precision with which cho plays ultimate. sometimes he seems to calculate how much awesome-ness to put on any one throw, so as to save some for later. his awesome-ness suffered later on that evening at the real world house when he was still roaming around wearing his championship medal. (how lame is the medal? if he ever leaves the house wearing it i give you permission to tell people he won the long jump at the gay games.) but bk’s cooking brought us back to life as usual and all is well in the casual universe.

yeah cookies.

last night was the inaugural bbq at the real world house and i have to say, if this is a foreshadowing of things to come, we at c.u. are already looking to buy some elastic waist pants. burgers and grilled peppers and asparagus, cookies and ice cream. and thats not even to mention the chocolate bars, potato chips, and champagne that were the appetizers. good lord. i think im still full. the house is still in a bit of disarray but it looks like things are starting to come together. i stopped in the living room to visit our old tv from paulina. sniff sniff….

and then there was the inevitable discussion of the summer league tournament tomorrow (and by discussion i mean trash talking). i feel like we should be taking bets on the c.u. site but im not even sure if thats legal so im just gonna throw this out there instead. joe little and some other peeps on gary’s team came back to the house to eat and they were discussing the possible names for the team. chicago 7….? really? i feel like we could do better (although im not sure) so im just gonna put it up for discussion.

also dont forget tonight - meet us in the club…its goin down. actually its not so much a club as the continental on chicago and california for those of you with short memories. we have received no word as to the timing of this event so for now im gonna say 530 til who knows when and if someone wants to post a comment and correct me thats fine. otherwise see you after work. shake and bake.

this is, honest to god, a picture from the latest mcdonald’s happy meal bag. don’t worry, it makes sense when you find out that you get a tiny plastic hummer with your cheeseburger. you can collect it in eight colors. what ever happened to care bears?

*sigh*

let’s all go ride bikes.

last night at piece was great except that it was for such a sad occasion…the end of summer league. however the c.u. team was all smiles and giggles since we beat pfil and dp’s team and won the wager. get ready boys cause i feel your dirty dancing solo coming on… team M cheered their team with the chorus of the song and ms. ultimate and miss casual reenacting the lift scene from the movie. ms. ultimate layed on the ground and yours truly ran up and jumped on her feet to do an airplane. (we need a photo of this…) but the boys version will be even sweeter im sure. we agreed to wait for karaoke of ‘ive had the time of my life’ along with another song of c.u.’s choosing. we were thinking bossy by kelis but then i also think maybe a destiny’s child song would be fun. bootylicious anyone? rest assured well let you, our reading public, know when the performance is going to go down. probably next week or the week after.

another event to keep on your calendar is an upcoming happy hour. we are planning on hitting the new bar at chicago and california, ‘the continental’, tomorrow night. we’ll post the time once we get all coordinated. if you dont know, last weekend was cho’s birthday so come out to buy him a drink. the post title is apparently on his family crest or something.

last night there was also a party in hyde park so you peeps who went, post us some comments with what went down. the seeding for the tournament at piece brought lots of people out but team M got a tough draw. we thought we’d meet bk, ay, and jt in the first game but we are up against mike d’s assassins. we’re just gonna have to play dirty. look for miss casual to throw elbows. or just plain tackle mike. or whatever it takes to win for ms. utlimate in her absence. cheers to a great season with team M and hopefully a great day on saturday.

tomorrow night pfil, dp and liz get yet another chance to try to beat c.u. in summer league, their third for the season. word on the street is dp’s trying to psych his team up with motivational emails. well it ain’t gonna work. sorry mouthbreathers. in order to make this a little more interesting we’re soliciting wagers from our faithful readership. we need to bet something more precious than gold. something along the lines of honor, self-respect, etc. right now the only thing on the table is that the loser has to drink a disc at piece. the only challenge there is finding a clean disc. i’m sure we can do better. suggestions?

this just in from our c.u. correspondent, bjorn, who witnessed the triathalon this weekend live and in person.

“the r.w.i.p. triathalon started with a half-mile swim along the lakefront path between oak street and ohio street. casual ultimate obviously has a much larger readership than we all think, because about 200 boats anchored themselves in the harbor to watch the spectacle. or maybe they were there to party, and could care less about joe and cho. whatever. one of the many boats that costs way more than our collective net worth was bumping out some phat beats, giving the triathalon a soundtrack, which was nice. cho is the obvious favorite in this event, and he does not dissappoint, shrugging off an attempted mid-swim brawl from joe, finishing the swim with a 4 minute lead.

next up was the bike leg, 11 miles worth. the route was supposed to follow the lakefront path south to mccormick, then turn around and head north to irving park ave. the experts figured joe would have a clear advantage in this event, given that he actually owns a bike, and rides it frequently. it was speculated that joe would be much more aggressive about weaving through the mobs of lance-armstrong spandex-wearing wanna-bees, and clueless knobs walking four-wide across the path, allowing him to quickly close the 4 minute gap. at that point, the stratedgy from the cho camp would be to draft joe the rest of the way, letting him do the work of trailblazing.

well, cho chose to ignore his crew chief, and tried to detour around the congestion of the path on the bridge at navy pier. the details are hazy, but along this route cho found his way into a street festival, had to run the bike rather than ride it, and go up/down some stairs before he could make his way back onto the lake front path. by this time he had burnt up his lead, and then some, and had some work to do to catch up. cho caught up to joe around belmont, and adpoted the stratedgy of drafting for the remaining mile or so, which led to a dead even race going into the final leg - a 4.5 mile run back to the real world house.

the next 5 - 10 minutes would determine the outcome of the race. in the words of cho, “i knew i had to blow [joe] out in the first mile, otherwise [he’d] think [he] had a chance the whole way.” apparently, cho did just that. after stopping at a convenience store to get gatorade for the competitors, i caught up to joe at damen ave, he said cho was further up. about a mile further down the road, i finally caught up with cho.

the race had started at 1:36pm, and at 3:15pm, the victorious cho arrived at the finish line - the front gate of the real world house, but cho kept running. through the front door, up the stairs, and into the green skylight room. run cho, run. joe arrived not too long thereafter, at 3:23pm. joe may have lost the battle, but i think the war was a draw, as both guys ended up in the room they were favoring.

it was good show by both competitors, and it provided an afternoon of entertainment for me at least. then we went to some irish place a few blocks away. good food, cool bar with lots of outdoor seating, but the bartendress wouldn’t shut up about jeff tweedy and wilco coming into the bar.”

a big c.u. thanks to bjorn for his rundown of events. hes our first c.u. guest blogger! the ladies at c.u. will get you a beer at the next happy hour for sure.

the real winner this weekend was the city of madison. every time i go there it gets harder to leave…i think they put something in the water. but seriously…madison is awesome. briefcase didnt have the most stellar weekend on the field but it was still a great weekend in c.u. history.

drama on half-day road
we didnt get out of town on time becuase ms. utlimate works for an environmental fascist. just a note…half days do not start at 430. so the br’s and the c.u. staff plus slider rolled out of town at rush hour dispite our best intentions and began our long trek to madison. eventually we made it into town to get dinner. madison has the cows on parade which brought up a list of dictator cow names - moomar cowdafi, moosolini, chairman moo… the list goes on and on. we met a member of the team that they had picked up last minute on the street by coincidence while ms. ultimate was vaulting over construction cones on the sidewalk.

briefcase goes to injury town
then we got some sleep at georgia’s and headed out to the fields. the briefcase squad was slim to begin with and people were dropping like flies. leah got stepped on. rob (here looking like some kind of crazy office stripper with his briefcase tie and no shirt) busted his knee laying out. tony got horrible leg cramps and the winner of the grossest injury goes to ryan with his softball sized ankle. it was a slightly depressing day but there were moments of magic like leah’s sick nasty lady hammers, georgia’s big sky, and this layout from tony who had a birthday, along with slider, on saturday. to celebrate, it was birthday cake and high life at the fields. tony and carlo along with yours truly and steve came up with a new product for miller - low life beer. low carbs, low calorie, low price beer. if high life is the champagne of beer, steve figured low life would be the boones farm of beer. we would volunteer to be the spokespeople with our brown bag stylo.

just call her ‘boots’
saturday night we went to the ultimates’ compound and the ’70’s porn house’ as ms. ultimate calls it, was amazing. there was lots of steak and many drinking games which lead to the inevitable booting by not only our favorite 19 year old, but slider too. rob and georgia arm wrestled over a card game and there was a threat of a drinking game where we would have to drink everytime one of the c.u. staff said the word ‘blog’. dangerous….sunday morning it rained and then poured and briefcase, with no healthy men except the indistructable steve philips, slept in and bailed on the tourny. we had a rock and roll party instead. ms. ulty and steve went for a hike looking like swedish refugees and the rest of us stayed in and put together a puzzle and played euchre while listening to whitesnake. rock and frickin roll.

drama on kick a boo road
on our way back to the chi there was some drama when the water cooler flew out of the truck into the highway median. carlo came to the rescue and then it was off to madison for food. we stopped at a crazy irish pub where we got to sit at a square table on couches and hear irish folk stories from curry while eating lounge fries. full and happy, it was off to the WP to go see talladega nights with the real world house and monica. it was a great weekend and hopefully well get some photos / commentary from bjorn and/or bryan of cho’s victory in the real world triathalon on saturday to complement this mass of photos from madison.

xoxo
miss casual and ms. ultimate

well c.u. is hitting the road for madison this weekend. the staff is piling into tony’s truck with both (b)r’s and slider and heading for the hills. briefcase is playing a tournament and miss casual is doing her nails in a briefcase french manicure in preparation for the main event. a little good old fashioned family bonding is just what c.u. needs.

last night we went out to celebrate bk’s final day at the forbidden fruit fortress which kept me out way past my beadtime and way out of my zip code. at least bjorn and tony brought fudgcicles to make the drive up there more fun. bjorn, i expect you and bryan king to cover the trathalon in my absence. its a tough job but somebody’s gotta do it. since you are the second deadliest man we know you should be able to handle it no problem.

also in the way of upcoming c.u. events, thursday is official ’skip work and go to six flags and get on some mf’in waterslides’ day so get ready… ‘no boss i was just working on this rendering. no im almost done. ill be right there. *cough cough*’

all the terrycloth is packed into our matching louis vuitton trunk cases and the cocktails are shaken into their appropriate nalgenes for the trip so have a casual weekend and well see you kids same time and place on monday with updates from the ‘joe and cho rumble in the jungle’ throwdown and briefcase’s ‘ass kicking madison good times’ weekend.

(possible discussion topics - best cocktail to put in a nalgene? best songs to sing along to in the car?)

xoxo
c..u.

so last night we actually had a team at summer leauge, barely. dp and liz’s team was savage but it didnt get very far becuase of mother nature and her wild-ass lightning storm. we were playing like our old selves though and it was fun til our game got called.

pfil texted the c.u. staff from his plane to seattle saying he’d been sitting for two hours on the runway between a crying baby and a man who was aggressively occupying the armrest. he freely admitted, however, that all of those shenanigans were just to avoid playing team M in summer league. i mean i was gonna say so anyway but im glad he didnt front.

then piece was crazy since games were canceled early. couldnt get to the bar, no pizza, it was mass hysteria. so the c.u. staff took off for darwins with the real world household minus ferrari and cho, plus rick and tiger. bk totally stole our parking spot with the minivan. oh sure like the guy with the $1550 micro-convection oven is going to save a spot for the chicks who dont make that in a year…come on!

its a tough life in the c.u. universe. last night joe little and bk had a rough time of it figuring out how and when to use the convection feature on the stove in their new mansion. seriously…its a viking stove for god’s sake. miss casual must’ve been taking crazy pills when she passed on the chance to live in this new crib. we tried to name it last night but nothing stuck. we at c.u. are referring to it as ‘Real World Irving Park’. if they had a pool table and a confessional like this one it would be ready to go.

i definitely wish i would’ve moved in if only because then i could use c.u. as a confessional for R.W.I.P. like ‘god cho left his socks in the living room again and i have just had it.’ and then photos of the ensuing fight with me throwing dirty socks at cho and then both of us crying and making up and drinking beer on the couch together talking about the war in lebannon. thats what the kids are doing these days right? aren’t we in the trust tree? the nest? cricket, cricket…

we also discussed the house warming party which will be amazing with the deck and the skylit bathrooms and the metal railings and the pink wall. we at c.u. are hoping to run the door with a trusty clipboard and a snotty attitude only letting in v.i.p.’s who know cho’s middle name. (shhh dont tell anyone…its pierre). so look out cause this is definitely the new hangout for this winter. its absurd how much space they have and how brightly colored the walls are. itll be the perfect thing for when frisbee season ends and winter boredom begins. real life reality tv…

and this saturday is supposedly the triathalon. well keep you posted on who ends up in the little, green, skylit winners circle.