casual ultimate » briefcase brings the low life

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