casual ultimate » 2006 » September

the public news team reported the shit out of the news saturday morning, winning both games after a depressing five-game losing streak. apparently you’re more likely to win if you run a little bit and actually try to make connections on throws. the weather was awesome, and so was a big hammer by rick to bk (inspiration for the post title). little sacrificed his body for the team, weathering a kick in the head by a teammate and a mid-air bodycheck by an opponent. we’re going to fundraise for recspecs. while we’re sad it doesn’t look like haymaker will be going to regionals, we’re glad we have our little back. rachel is….fast and fierce. for future reference: it’s a lot easier to cheer “cheese wheel” than “i’m not even mad i’m impressed.”

believe it or not this post title is a song on the 1996 album, beverly hills 90210: sounds from the peach pit - not to be confused with 1992 or 1994 90210 soundtracks. i never knew any of this existed before i went looking for this picture, but i think it’s a good sign. it still can’t beat what steve found, though - it’s a rat race, mr. briefcase.

in case you haven’t caught on yet, C.U. and crew will be at piece friday night, 7:30ish. nothing starts psyching me up for regionals week like a little bbq chicken pizza. that and practice.

today is that guy rob’s last day at our office. he is going to new york to work for some superstar architect. i am happy for him even though they will work him like a teenage prostitute in bangkok. here he is repping c.u. at duffy’s on monday night while the saints were spanking the falcons. keep your ears to the blog because there will probably be happy hour friday in his honor. here’s to you rob. we expect guest posts from nyc, hopefully titled ‘flex in the city’ with you making muscle builder poses on broadway.

on top of losing rob, last night baker assaulted my self esteem on the tennis courts in grant park. i wont tell you the scores cause they were embarrassing. has anyone seen my tennis game? i know i left it around here somewhere…. if you see it call me.

then on the way to the WP on my bike i got actually assaulted by a crack head on milwaukee avenue just north of augusta. i was biking home and some crazy lady was crossing the street in front of me. when she got to my side of the street she stopped and slapped me in the face as i rode by. no joke. i have scratches from her rings or something on my ear and cheek. i have no idea why crackhead lady hit me. maybe her tennis game was off too. after the 32nd time my forehand went sailing out, still gaining altitude as it hit the back fence, i wanted to punch something too but i didnt. becuase im not crazy. sigh… milwaukee avenue is officially a war zone. you’ve been warned.

the silver lining to this cloud is ms. ulty who gave me a big hug and took me with her for dollar burgers at bar louie with treem and aaron. you might remember them from such posts as ‘dart gun wars on labor day’ or ‘i laughed til my spleen hurt’. they made my brutal day a little brighter. hopefully theyll make it to happy hour friday after they brave critical mass.

chin up c.u. tomorrow is bound to be brighter.

Listen up, friends. There are people in this world who make promises but don’t come through, and then they make excuses. And then there are people who deliver. I met one such man two weeks ago, a gentleman who ate the last twizzler at the real world party but promised he’d send more. I get home from jogging tonght (or yogging; it might be a soft j) and what is there on my doorstep but a package full of every kind of twizzler under the sun? I’ve only ever had the classic strawberry, but they all look like so much fun. The twizted paradise pull-n-peels look like the product of a play-doh extruder contraption I used to have. Call me, we’ll watch charlie and the chocolate factory and play candy land.

last night was pretty casual. so much so that the old joke ‘what comes before part B? part-ay’ was lost on one member of our group before we even left the house (try and guess who it was). hollering ‘what comes after b’ didnt quite get the rousing response intended but we did indeed get off the couch at the BR’s and make it up to quenchers in honor of mini’s birthday. here is his illegally aquired license showing him looking older and wiser.

we started out at the BR’s with the briefcase peeps watching pointy soccer upstairs and the c.u. staff watching the muppet movie with the pretty ladies downstairs. the boys had to take shots every time their opponants team scored so before we got to the bar they had each had 5-6 shots and a few beers including tbr. drunk tony is rivaling drunk cho at this point for most fun when intoxicated. the leprachauns beat the spartacuses and we left for quenchers. drunk tony took a piece of chicken for the road and he ended up giving up on it and shoving it down ms. ultimate’s shirt. the chicken fight was on.

at quenchers we met up with baker and our new friend tom carter who was wondering what the fragrance of casual ultimate was (’sugar and spice and everything nice of course’). we had to leave boots and ryan at home since theyre certified minors but everyone else held it down in honor of mini. we traded hats and there were more shots and then miss casual busted out to walk drunk tony and the birthday boy home and finish off the ice cream. heres hoping mr. briefcase and haymaker are not suffering this morning because of our late night. rob was worried about making it home to get more clothes for today but georgia graciously offered to loan him shorts (’freak, youll fit in my shorts!). and on that note i will take my leave of you. happy monday.

xoxo
miss casual

is slider not the most pampered bassett hound in the universe? i wish i got the kind of attention this puppy gets. last night over curry chicken quesadillas and tobacco onion rings carlo mused outloud that he wished slider were there. miss casual was only slightly offended seeing as how, certainly, when c(b)r is at home with slider he never thinks ‘wow i wish miss casual or sally or bjorn were here.’ although later on carlo admitted he might think ‘wow i wish bjorn were here’ if bg carried around a photo of his t-ball trophy from 1st grade.

we realized at dinner what ultimate is missing - a big f&*k-off shiny trophy. either something you can drink out of (a la stanley cup) or some kind of belt. or even the tall bmx type trophy that bg used to win by destroying other kids’ dreams in his youth. our crack team of c.u. analysts are working on this as we speak. next year for sandburst the whole entry fee will be spent on a lifesize gold statue of the infamous chucktown vs. bg photo for the winner… or on a team of day laborers to get the glass off the field.

its friday …can i get an ‘amen’? which means game on for lots of y’all with sectionals this weekend. and game on for me with dj krush tonight at smart bar and fall league tomorrow with ‘cash only’ russell and ‘945′ king. the c.u. staff will be spending the rest of the weekend working with our i.t. dept on the new site. if theres trouble happening holler at us. good luck to our peeps in naperville this weekend… not that y’all need luck with your fierce skillz. better reckidnize.

well after such a tumultuous saturday it seemed like we would never recover but as always… the casual continues. with ms. utlimate in the dirty south for a few days, i will attempt to hold it down in the chi. we didnt even mention our friday night which was lovely. c(b)r and i took slider for a long walk through lincoln park and ate expensive life changing chocolate at vosges and then met up with ms. ulty and tbr for mexican food.

chucktown called and i swear i talked to him for one minute and when i turned back around tbr was throwing lit tortilla chips at poor confused slider and ms. ulty had agreed that we would sleep over in jbr’s basement rec room and make cupcakes and watch anchorman. not only that but she somehow agreed that shed wear the br’s clothes to fall league the next day. i cant leave her alone for a minute. i have a picture of her wearing tonys shorts over her pants but its on my camera which is still at RWIP along with my self esteem and possibly my i-pod. (bk, you wanna get dinner tonight so i can grab my camera?)

last night we celebrated akira’s return to the working world at rodan. after talking to dave about how bad pepe worked us last saturday at fall league we recounted more party stories, of which there are many, and discussed the new site for c.u. we need to get ea on board since hes obvioulsy in charge of our new marketing department. you wouldnt believe how high i jumped (and in heels) when i saw his shirt… screaming like a little girl. another big thanks to our rogue guest posters from saturday night. i was impressed with how well the post came together under the circumstances and even more surprised that it wasn’t all that offensive or incriminating.

xoxo
miss casual

the guest post says it all - in a seedy, end-of-night kind of way (for the record, future guest posters, our moms read the blog). the real world party was epic. we had been thinking of having the website launch party in the 22 because the house is so far away, but that’s definitely out of the question now. it’ll be worth taking a couple vacation days to get out there assuming those boys ever want people in their house again.

roommate four’s 5 am post only touched on the highlights, but if you weren’t there you’re going to have to take our word that the best-dressed award goes to ea for silk-screening the C.U. page banner onto a T-shirt and trucker hat. the runners up were naked persons 1, 2, 3 and 4. 1 was naked for a reason - machine beat nemesis in flip cup - but 2, 3 and 4 were just jumping on the bandwagon. you might want to hose that bandwagon off before jumping on it yourself.

we added a few photos to the morning post. happy monday.

Guest post. You might know who we are. Don’t bother guessing. You either know or you don’t. This is being written at 5:10 am. Sunday morning. At TRWIP party. Guitar Hero is still going on downstairs. Quite loudly. Thanks to the downstairs neighbors, who are either very cool, or very deaf. They came by earlier, so we’re thinking they’re cool.

There was a bit of a miscalculation in the hallway, so our shoes and feet reek slightly of vomit. Incidentally, neither of the authors of this did the vomiting.

Only two bedrooms of the five are occupied by the usual residents. For the purposes of anonymity, the roommates will be numbered. One’s bedroom has seen 2 couples, neither of which involved One. There are four people, two couples, in Two’s room. This group includes Two, so that’s ok. Three’s room has a new couple in it. They went into Two’s room, found a pair of couples, then went into One’s room. While it is unoccupied, there is something in it they didn’t like. Four is still partying, as is five. One and Three are as well. Five’s room is being protected by his girlfriend. They seem determined that they will be the only ones there tonight. Four’s room has someone, but not in his bed. There is another non-resident asleep in a bathroom. He is much larger than this room, so he is curled in a little ball. And Pfil is looking for his keys. That’s the state of the apartment right now. It is 5:15 am. Guitar Hero is still going on.

Highlights of the evening. Much more nudity that you might have expected. A lot of random making out, some that led to other things. A LOT of drinking. One and one half kegs of beer, plus multiple random cocktails were consumed. More drinking games than were healthy. As evidenced by the amazing amount of vomit that has hit a few spots.

and yet… check us out on myspace

last night was a great night for beach. lucky for us (but unlucky for all the girls at depaul gym) bg rallyed everyone and we had enough people for fours and enough light to play for a bit. heres tony with his game face on….and a tiara. tony’s been busy at work lately. which you can tell becuase i am also posting korean passports and dollar bills with slider on them which the man came up with while ‘working.’ this is all to add to the guilt trip miss casual was giving him last night at goose island in an effort to get him to come up with a logo for c.u. hopefully today he’ll ‘have time’. (you know in talladega nights when the gay french nascar driver says his dream is to retire to sweden and design a currency for dogs and cats to use? yeah….brs. big time .)

in another BR related incident, c(b)r noted his profoundly feminist attitude last night over root beer floats and nachos. ‘i treat all women badly not just my girlfriend.’ ahem. its the stuff of c.u. legend. as was my sick layout last night…even though i dropped the disc. i looked like a kindred there for a minute. but mostly i just ran around and collided with people, namely leah. it was fun though and even dr. mercer came out. (congratulate him if you havent yet… on the dr. bit. he’s kind of a big deal.)

this weekend the forecast looks like ultimate with a slight chance of casual on friday night (anchorman viewing to get psyched up for our big game), increasing to mostly casual on saturday (with fall league, the r.w.i.p. party, and possibly photos of bg and pfil in bridesmaid dresses) and the casual clearing up on sunday in time for a relaxing afternoon. holla at a playa.

party this weekend at real world irving park. this is roadhouse telling ms. ulty that saturday night is gonna be ‘off the chain.’ if you dont know email us and maybe well let you in on the details although i think every ultimate player in chicago has probably gotten the email by now. casualultimate@gmail.com theres gonna be cho and a keg and maybe some outkast (ive been listening to idlewild nonstop…hence the post title) and thats all you need to know…

casual dining last night was pretty sweet. empanadas might be the perfect food. and who can argue with cheap red wine and birthday cake for dessert? we are hatching a scheme for bryan king to be the empanada king of chicago. its pretty complicated. i could maybe draw you a diagram of the aerospace mechanism that will allow him to produce 500 empanadas a day and sell them in the loop but it will look remarkably like a team of hispanic men with a truck. stay tuned for possible happy hour friday. this weekend is going to be bloggarific.

the weekend started off without a bang after all. with the promise of lowering a couch via a complicated cable and pulley system from the roof to the fourth floor deck of pfil’s new place, c.u. was certain that we would get some photos worthy of ‘faces of death: furniture edition.’ but no dice. in bjorn, tbrizzle, and paul’s capable hands the couch drop went surprisingly smoothy. miss casual took to the street with lauren to watch the couch go over the side. with a 40 oz. in one hand and a camera in the other i watched with the stunned car wash guys as the couch landed safely in the hands of dp and pfil on the deck.

of course saturday was the start of tuneup and ms. ulty can post a bit about their first day out since miss casual was holding it down with rick, bk, and liz on the funnest fall league team ever. we played savage since everyone was at the tournament / weddings / notre dame game but we played pretty well considering and yelled and giggled quite a bit which bodes well for the rest of the season. seriously…think of somebody fun who’s playing fall league. theyre on our team. (c.u. in no way wishes to offend our future opponants…unless it makes you more scared of us and in some way furthers our quest for victory). saturday night it was notre dame mayhem at the BR’s with all the south benders and Dan Baker even. here’s Baker wrestling with Mike D. sunday on the briefcase sideline. we missed you dan. were glad youre back.

the post title comes from carlo’s new haircut for the tourny which makes him an honorary new kid on the block. check out the photo below. you be the judge. sunday on the way to watch our business casual brothers and sisters rock their way to the finals, bk, rick and miss casual cast the entire casual ultimate movie. we are still taking suggestions for a few roles but generally here is the cast.

parker posey is miss casual
portia de rossi is ms. ultimate
will ferrell is dan baker
tom cruise is mike d.
the wilson brothers are the br’s (we think)
will arnett might be pfil
jet li is cho
chuck norris is bjorn
buster from arrested is joe little
jack black is russell
jeneane garofolo is sally
obviously whats his face from the o.c. is ferrari
i think vince vaughn could cameo as dr. mercer
maybe sarah silverman as becky? or lindsey lohan?
chuck is the only person cahrasmatic enough to play himself
so we have some obvious gaps to fill here…(akira, bk, thor and liz, dr. welsh etc.) so post suggestions or substitutions. *inspired casting will get you a v.i.p. pass to the launch party.*

coming soon to a theater near you…

here are some more photos from the tourny thanks to candice. (more coming later due to technical difficulties…)

last night miss casual went on a bike ride with papa town (yes the towns are in… town). we rode up to the top of the path and back. i am so in love with my new bike. i love it more than brunch or manicures. i want to ride it like a skeleton horse through the gates of hell. (if you havent seen talladega nights yet you might want to get on that.)

yes the stars in the picture come standard with the pista. it must be embarrassing to be wearing more spandex than a linda ronstadt concert and get owned but some girl wearing big gold hoops, an old t shirt and some hot pumas singing ’sexy back’. it is amazing how slow some of those dudes go. i mean im pretty sure wind resistance isnt your big concern if you are barely breaking a sweat pedaling 3 miles an hour. the c.u. staff are going to put together a long fall bike ride sometime soon so stay tuned.

friday night when i bought the bicycle of my dreams, the c.u. staff went out to dinner at club lucky to celebrate with some peeps. unfortunately due to a family emergency most of the table left bjorn and i at a huge table for 6 people with a pissed off waitress. thankfully monica and tony showed up so poor bg wouldnt have to listen to me babel about the bike for two solid hours. my brain was on a bike-bike-cocktail-bike-veal ravioli-bike-bike-beer-bike loop. it got interrupted by our trip to map room to meet mike d and his friends for exotic belgian beer where we ran into my roommates (1535 in the heezy!). and then it was on to lemings for american, the opposite of exotic belgian beer. its almost the weekend casual people…hang in there. why do short weeks always feel the longest? maybe we’ll get some happy hour happening tomorrow to celebrate surviving another week in flourescent purgatory. totes.

was brought to my attention via JKD and the Oberlin ulty listserve – you know it’s from an Obie because it’s about warfare. Apparently we weren’t just being paranoid - the defense department has been spying on left-leaning frisbee players lo these many years:

“‘The Frisbee disc has proven its potential on the sports field as a platform for short free-flights’…..Without ‘predefined flight orientation,’ a Frisbee drone ‘offers novel flight characteristics and manoeuvrability. It is potentially suitable for a variety of mission objectives fulfilling surveillance, communications, munitions and/or airborne radar warning systems.’”

UK researchers have also found that we’re going to have to attach jets of some sort if we want our throws more floaty:

“The disc-wing unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) configuration in question is based on the Frisbee™ sports disc shape, typically unstable in pitch and for practical purposes inertially stabilised by spinning. The Frisbee disc has proven its potential on the sports field as a platform for short free-flights. This research harnesses that potential proposing a UAV capable of sustained flight. A flying sports disc generates lift through forward velocity just like a conventional wing. The lift contributed by spin is insignificant and does not provide nearly enough down force to support hover. A spin-stabilised disc-wing UAV, based on the sports disc shape, requires a power plant and an appropriate method of provision for aerodynamic control. The spinning UAV demands a cyclically pulsed jet thruster of some description and investment from industry to develop the necessary small-scale propulsion technology.”

Do we have a materials scientist on staff? Think tank, what’s the plan? Maybe if we can develop an ultra lightweight plastic we can attach a couple cyclically pulsed jet thrusters and keep the whole thing under 175g.

labor day weekend was money. for as much nothing as we did, we are certainly worn out. friday we started by busting out of work early and doing a little light shopping with that guy rob, pro-dejiner and all around trouble maker. after we parted ways the c.u. staff went to humboldt park and bought miss casual a new bike. a bianchi pista actually, covered in chrome and glittering like the sun. it makes her so fast stars fly out behind her when she rides it. as a boy on the path said, ‘its a lot of chrome.’ miss casual thinks now she will petition our favorite viking and triathalete to start a bianchi biker gang.

so saturday the c.u. staff took the new toy out for a spin to hyde park to go to the bookstore. ms. ultimate was on a quest for textbooks with ugly 70’s covers and frozen lemonade. on the way we ran into tiger and lyrica rollerblading to jazzfest and passed rose on her bike headed the same way. after another long ride sunday morning and business casual practice the c.u. staff grabbed the keg and hightailed for the northside wearing our new miss casual and ms. ultimate shirts respectively.

the labor day bbq chez ultimate was epic in scope and consequence. new laws were passed (this fall vote prop. 69), new friends were made, and thanks to treem, aaron and ashley dart gun wars were fought and lost. sally is a deadly shot. after taking over the block party and playing some home run derby, the casual crew retired to the back yard. props to everyone who came and brought goodies; it was good times and the BBQ is now officially an annual event.

that said, things got crazy and we can’t be sure where the trouble began - bridget and her bourbon, pfil et al with their demon juice (sparxx) or mini and his pbr - but pants were exchanged. the C.U. staff, after getting all hopped up on caffeine and candy flavored malt liquor, abandoned ship for hopleaf. ms. ultimate and bg took a detour through the cemetary and then we picked up mike d on the way to carol’s for swing dancing and legislation. mike is the head of the new c.u. politicy think tank. he is accepting applications for interns. here’s your new boss:

so after a late night and some more dancing in the kitchen back at the manor, the c.u. staff woke up to find out the shocking news that crocodile hunter had passed away. miss casual shot some mf’in dinosaurs later with bg in his honor. it took us seven hours of well crafted planning and execution to go see talladega nights and get pizza with bg and pfil on monday. this is obviously why we have established a think tank. we cant do it alone.

happy tuesday,
C&U

here’s allison last night at beach playing a point and trying to induce labor. get ready people cause casual ultimate is having a baby…and by ‘casual ultimate’ i mean allison. but we at c.u. are so excited for our first casual baby we can’t stop talking about how adorable this kid is going to be. labor day could end up being a very literal phrase for this weekend.

and speaking of labor day, we are going to play some beach on monday and if you are in town and want in on it, email us. last night was great although we couldnt believe how early it gets dark all of a sudden. we still got in some fun points with bjorn flying through the air like MJ before hightailing it to darwins.

and speaking of darwins… that place is now dead to us. it is full of frat boy clones and anorexic chicks with bad highlights and bra straps hanging out of their ASU tshirts. plus they dont have turbo dog or oberon on tap anymore and our waitress tied the all time record for slowest land speed exhibited by a bipedal organism. we gotta come up with a new place to go. hopefully somewhere with dollar burgers for slider.

well have a good weekend our casual brothers and sisters. the c.u. staff will be in town and probably up to our usual brand of trouble so call us with suggestions for either new bars to go to or tactics for world domination.
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speaking of the flying viking… heres some more mustache porn to get you through the brutal afternoon before the holiday weekend. sent in by the viking himself.