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well the christmas is long gone and new years is just around the corner. although lots of the usual chicago suspects will be in portland witnessing the wedding of dr. mercer there are two big events going down for nye in chicago so hopefully next week will be bloggarific with the recap of action from both coasts.

the first is a party being thrown at the real world logan square. our very own brown bear, along with other casual ultimate notables have concentrated domestic power in another location closer to the double deuce and they are throwing the new years jam this year. rose bowl themed. should be bananas.

also michelle, our lovely chicks and drinks planning princess, has coordinated a brilliant party just blocks from the casual / brizzle residence. heres the flier. 15 bones all you can drink. seriously. on new years. also the beer sponsor is fat tire which is amazing and there are tons of djs and its in the same spot as the sadie hawkins after party. holler! dress to impress. you can buy tickets in advance even at www.myspace.com/holyrollernyc.

Warning: this post will be lengthy.

Saturday was quite a long day. And I’m gonna start from the top.

Morning: Machine has a double practice scheduled so that a Machine/Nemesis potluck could go down. Bill Finn and I jump in the ZamDog (my ‘91 Camry), make a quick stop at McDonald’s so I can fill up, and get to practice just in time. Nemesis, Dish, Madison, and UofC/Northwestern/UIC combo are already in the midst of the women’s sectionals. A BEAUTIFUL day, sunny, blue skies, mid-70’s. God invented ultimate frisbee for days like this.

Practice went well. Doubles are usually a horrid affair where by the end of the day I feel as old as Gary is. However, with the potluck/party coming ahead and the meningitis behind me, I felt great the whole day. The practice seemed to revolve around the escalating O-line vs. D-line battle. The morning had us do some basic flow drills and then an O vs. D endzone game…make it take it. O-line won best of 3. I think there was a game to 7 also.

Lunch break called and we go over to root/heckle Nemesis on. They just started their game vs. Madison in the finals. A lot of hooting and hollering, some calls of “Yeah Dirty! (Megan Sweas)” and “Yeah Skanky! (i’ll leave this one alone ), etc. Dane finally gets over a hangover and starts challenging people to cone races. I beat him and get his plum. Taste it blondy. Andy Neilsen roshams Denis Agniel and loses…consequence: he has to introduce himself as McLovin’ all night at the party. (I’m gonna get a good pic of Andy and McLovin’ for the CU lookalike post). General shenanigans.

We get back into it for the afternoon scrimmage. O vs. D game to 13. A heated battle ensues. Kolb calls a lot of bullshit. Finn calls Kolb every name in the book. Ferrari spikes cones and says something about hating this team. I wish every practice could be like this. D-line pulls away to win 14-12 I think. Both sides were looking more pumped than usual. The fire is building and the only thing that’s gonna put this baby out is a Regional Championship.

Afternoon: The Domers: Butler, Kreece, and Mini come over to RWLS (Real World Logan Square bitches!) so that Mini can make yellow curry, so that we can shower, and for pre-partying. Butler is wearing my former/his current OU Sooners sweatshirt the entire time (it was 90 degrees that day). He paid me 30 bucks, a carbomb, and his shitty rain jacket for it. Biggest mistake of my life.

After 45 min of telling jokes, Kreece decides he’s gonna bake a cake for the potluck. This is about an hour before we’re supposed to leave. I hate this guy. He mixes everything together and decides to bake it there. Mini has a delicious yellow curry, I have hummus and jello shots, Moy has beef with rice noodles, and Rich Aycock made Irish sodabread. We’re ready to roll baby. In the car, Butler decides what with Mini having an entree, and Kreece making dessert, he’s gonna have to make appetizers. He puts peanut butter on 20 Triscuits. They are the hit of the potluck.

Potluck: So the potluck was an idea I’ve had for awhile. We used to do these at OU all the time and it was fun to see people get creative with food, and then it was more fun to eat the food. So we decided to have a Machine/Nemesis Potluck with a party for everyone afterwards. Both teams threw down…very impressive. There was a wide array of entrees and desserts with a scattering of appetizers. Some notables: Beef’s “Better than Sex” cake, Moy’s beef/noodles, Shiel’s enchilada casserole, a lot of food I can’t remember. It was good. Nemesis decided to have a team theme and they showed up in meningitis prevention gear. Very funny ladies. Machine was thinking of wearing Sectionals Champions t-shirts. OHHHHHHHH SNAP! Nooooo he didn’t?!! Well…you bet your ass I did bitches.

(I forgot to mention…Nemesis lost to Madison in the finals after being up at half. We saw them shake hands while we were practicing and a lot of dejected faces but none of us believed it until I talked to Beef quickly during practice. Revenge is sweet ladies; show those college hussies what ultimate is really about in Tulsa.)

Back to the potluck…our theme ended up being dress as your favorite Chicago Ulty player. A lot of good ones out there, but the winner by far was Hensley dressing up as our boy Denis Agniel.

I wish the pic was better, but you get the gist. The potluck proceeded, everybody ate a little, but there was a whole hell of a lot of drinking going on too. This is where it gets interesting. Weasel and I agreed to go 1 for 1 for the whole night till one of us passed out. I brought the leftover Bacardi O I had from the jello shots and we started the night with an O-bomb. We decide at the party that we have to go one for one on drinks, food, and girls. Beautiful.

Party: The potluck quickly escalated into the party. I think I was drunk by 8:15. Weasel and I have 2 more beers and another shot somewhere in there. At some point, Schulze gets 2 of Ferrari’s American Apparel underwear that really only look good on him. One is purple, one is neon green. One for one. Weasel and I don are new gear and the party continues. Many of the Nemesis ladies showed up a little buzzed and the dancing went down full swing. There was the requisite flip cup in the kitchen speared by Zales/Berg. Schulze, the veteran partier that he is, sets up an ulty frisbee version of “The Dating Game”. 6 girls sit on Bryan King’s futon while Weasel sits in an office chair facing the other way. Kolb is the moderator and asks all sorts of questions that the girls have to answer. By far the best question/answer…”What 3 things would you bring to a deserted island?” Bachelorette #6 (Annie Miller): “I would bring a razor, shaving cream, and Bachelorette #4 (Shawn Wall).” #4 ends up being King Weasel’s pick. More drinking ensues.

So most of my party memories are sketchy at best. I’ll tell you my highlights and other people can add theirs.

Highlight #1: Sally shows up with carbombs. I request 1 for her, 1 for me, 1 for Weasel, and 1 for Butler (it’s his fav). We’re all set to go and Butler says..”Vijay, shirts off shot right?” How can I argue with such logic? Shirts come off..and I get pwned.

Highlight #2: Weasel and I take god knows what number shot around 10:45? with Brody’s gf. Weasel and I are gasping, Heather is ready for another shot. Weas calls it quits. He goes and yaks in the bathroom, in Dane’s bed, and on himself. I’m worried the entire time that Butler is gonna pee on him.

Highlight #3: Candice. That girl brought beer can chicken (delish) and her drunk ass to boot. Every time I turned my head, she was headbutting Katie B, wrestling Kolb, getting wrestled to the ground and having her pants ripped off, etc.

Party is escalating, and the 1.5 kegs for the party are bled dry. Angela and I make a quick beer run and we get back to the house with 4 cases and some liquor and walk into drunk Dane trying to calm his downstairs neighbor who is not happy with the partying/noisemaking. Classic: Dane trying to explain to his livid neighbor that our contraband would not keep the party running. Neighbor wins and we have to get everybody out. Only after a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday! for Mini and some shotgunning. Exiting the party became a mess when Akira told everyone to go out the back and Ferrari told everyone to go out the front. Everybody just returned to the kitchen and drank more.

Finally people got hustled out. Most went their merry way. A brave bunch of 15ish made it to some local dive not far from RWIP. Crew: “You’re only open till 2 right? We’ll have enough time to get a beer I suppose.” Bartender: “Naw man..we’re open till 5.” Dropped jaws and gleaming eyes. The bar was when the beast was let loose. Men, women, and alcohol. Inevitability folks. Although at one point I think Ferrari gives Bjorn quite the lap dance. Men and alcohol. Inevitability folks. Winner of the party: well, the pic says it all.

Weasel made it to church the next day. May god have mercy on his soul.

last night miss casual got a chance to see transformers at 11pm so she jumped on it even though it was way past her bedtime. the movie does not disappoint. i wont go into it too much but go see it. right away. it was worth staying up late even if its going to make today long and tired.

but tonight will be ‘chicks and drinks : the holiday rampage’ so it should be fun and we can all sleep late tomorrow to celebrate the independence of our country and stuff. speaking of celebrating.. the cu staff both missed the rwip party this weekend unfortunately so were trying to get a guest blogger on the event. brown bear might be our man. last night team close your eyes played team brown bear and lost by a heartbreakingly slim margin. from the reports at the game it sounds like rachel was the flip cup champion at the house and at golden nugget, where brown bear matched the upholstery before crawling into bed next to bk. we need details people! we need reports from the scene! send us your stories. its your civic duty.

okay that is all. have a great pre-holiday and maybe when we get back brown bear will be in the driver’s seat.

heres a picture, hot off the presses, of ms. ultimate with some friends from the london fixed gear / single speed bike forum. we miss you so much here! and im so jealous of your all access pass to wimbeldon! please slap high fives with andy roddick and report back. also you are no longer allowed to go to yale. i forgot to tell you. we voted and youll be attending u of c in the fall.

in other casual world news… this weekend looks like a throwdown in honor of this country we love so much at the house of the rwip. saturday could be dangerous. bring your beer pong helmet.

and last but certainly not least… the voting is going down as we speak for the cusl board. with all the animated conversations that have occurred in the forum over new policies in the last year… you all better vote. casual ultimate is endorsing our very own russell, the ja rule to miss casual’s ashanti. so get on it people. vote for rick… four times even.

at some point around 2am, ferrari was wearing cho’s speedo over his jeans doing pushups by the fire. he stopped to beat denardis with a belt. (miss casual was thinking this bodes well for the mayhem to come at BOTB)

joe little in his disturbing pink shirt received the best dancer of the party award from timmy.

the guest of honor was getting sick in the bathroom upstairs while an unnamed couple got busted in his room.

denardis fumigated the living room with cho’s secret stash of axe. thats where the party ended. with the axe.

after a huge brunch we are looking forward to an afternoon of tv. holler if you want to join us.

we hope to god were not still logged in on bk’s computer.

we heart RWIP.

after having six people in cho’s bed everyone had white powder in their lungs. gold bond powder actually.

tyson’s reasoning for problems in vegas last weekend : ‘we didnt have liquor. just beer. and mushrooms’

cho replied to vijay’s criticisms of his plan to move to china by pleading ‘wait jayadev don’t leave. don’t be mad.’

apparently the boys get emotional over the water show at the bellagio.

ferrari offered miss casual 5$ to punch denardis in the face and denardis offered me 5$ to kick tyson in the… shin, yeah shin, with my gilded pointy toed shoes

joe little is predictably violent and the boss needs a new belt buckle

bk yells out ‘wait ill tell you when we’re starting. its in my pants,’ and ms. ulty responds by doing a plie in the kitchen.

joe little says rachael is knitting and its getting too real on the futon

little dick.com is actually c(b)r’s online alter ego

see you in 30

xoxo
casual

i have tb! i can give it to you right now! you don’t have to go to china!
- vijay, 2.2.07

10:20 pm CT

someone brought cho pussy (cat). but given the “free samples” of axe he had in the room, we can be sure it’s gonna stay in quotes until tomorrow morning.

we’re working to get cho to 7% al/vol, per the new sparxx. all we know is: we’re not leaving until we see that smooth, smooth chest. thankfully we have a doctor on hand.

- end transmission -

so last night a couple of the team bon vivant members decided to spin their wheels to break in redh.o.t., ms. ulty’s new steed. after we passed logan square and then belmont, we realized we should drop in on our peeps at the real world house. joe little, ever the gracious host, answered the door ‘bryan’s making dinner. you cant have any.’ feel the love.

but bryan made plenty so the cu staff stayed and tore into some chicken and the best broccoli lyrica’s ever eaten. not to mention some rare blondie that miss casual opened up. it seems joe little may be interested in joining bon vivant in the spring when he gets a road bike. he and miss casual are going to be doing centuries by the end of the summer.

so it truly was the good life last night becuase over red wine, pointy soccer, and parsnips the cu ladies got to enjoy the company of cho, who will be leaving us soon becuase of his 10 year life plan. we will miss him but hopefully he’ll guest post on the blog from china, or brazil, or someplace weird. then on the way home we stopped by the Brs to show off the bike to carlo and got to meet sally’s new puppy who is a barrell of energy, kind of like ms. ulty herself.

the argument for fixed gear bikes went up in the forum so check it out and add your two cents. we’re looking forward to a rebuttal from tbrizzle.

at 830 am saturday morning tbrizzle called miss casual to go to an old furniture factory on the south side where they were selling off everything by the pound. after figuring out what day it was and that it was indeed the crack of dawn, she threw something on, they picked up russell and they were off. it was an adventure filled with pieces of chairs, drill presses, and mountains of foam. it resurrected the disussion of the loft casual ultimate needs to get in humboldt park. itll be like hansel’s loft in zoolander (’we’re so hot right now’) with small living pods for each of the occupants. miss casual and ms. ultimate would live in a lucite lincoln log structure called the ‘blog cabin’, while tbrizzle would inhabit a ship like pod called ‘floatoshop’ and cbr would live in the ‘maison d’etre.’

after the morning festivities, the BR boys, slider and miss casual got back in their jammies to head to RWIP. with a lifesize snow globe and every imaginable warm spiked holiday beverage, it was quite comfy. pajama king and queen go to hellyer in her blue fuzzy onesie and bk in his santa boxers. vijay made quite the play for runner up in david-inspired bicycle shorts. at least it wasnt the real thing this time but youll have to see the photos in the vip gallery album becuase of the parents. the br boys gave the cu staff their holiday gifts early - matching t-shirts that say ‘im blogging this.’ amazingly they werent custom but we cherish them anyway. there was an isolated effort towards serious partying with the cu staff shotgunning beers with the ferrari brothers and bk and akira. akira lost.

as the party drew to a close the cu staff attempted to get something going as an after party with pfil and dp but we quickly realized that it was in fact 730 and nothing fun had started yet outside the house. in defeat the cu staff stopped at our favorite bar, lemmings, on the way back to paulina in our jammies for a beer before our 930 bed time. its tough partying like this all the time but we do it for the blog, natch.

xoxo
c and u

the other night the cu staff along with angela from ccx and cbr went to hear ms. ultimate’s boss speak at the mca about climate change. ms. ultimate asked a very pointed and intelligent question which lead to a debate on the role of imagery in influencing changes in behavior in the general public towards progress in responsible practices for the conservation of energy and natual resources. all that social consciousness made us hungry so we did what any redblooded american tourists would do and went to cheescake factory for mounds of black pepper shrimp and carrot cake. the pic at left is a train town in the hancock building that has a store named after ms. ulty’s family. coincidence??

ms. ultimate was wearing her brand new marc jacobs sweater with little owls on it and carlo made a comment along the lines of ‘looking at ms. ulty’s chest makes me think of how much i love hooters.’ good times. he also later referred to the sweater in question as ‘TDF’ in an email… ‘to die for’. who knew boys thought of sweaters as TDF? you heard it here first.

and speaking of ‘tdf’ clothing options this saturday the cu staff will be posted up in our jammies at the real world irving park house for their afternoon holiday pajamma party. if you’re skeptical, check out the overwhelming argument in favor of midafternoon mayhem on the forum. you wanna be there. trust us. if you need info holler at us at casualultimate@gmail.com. i was thinking of coming in my ‘post-ice cream coma passout sleepover at claires on the futon’ sleepwear which consists of : cookies and cream still stuck to my face, the imprint of the button of the futon cushion on my cheek, a big knot in my hair, and mascara all smeared under my eyes with a black sweater, jeans and heels but i think im gonna get super casual and just roll up like an american apparel ad in all fleece and shower sandals.

whatever youre sleepwear choice weve got a nice little saturday planned. its gonna be like an ultimate frisbee j crew ad with people in long johns and pajammas and white teeth and merlot colored sweaters with hot chocolate and cho in a bathrobe. maybe we’ll all smile lightheartedly and throw snowballs in the yard. i dont know… i dont know if well have time.

see ya there…
xo
c and u

no that’s not lindsey lohan and paris hilton on the way to the grocery store. its casual ultimate on the way to fall league saturday morning. with a tennis skirt, leggings, and carlo’s sweatshirt, and ea’s cu hat, prada sunglasses, and valour pants respectively, we set out for chilly fall ultimate. we had a devastating loss to rob and his syndicate but played some very casual ultimate and won our second game of the morning. ms. ulty cheered the public news team on our pledge drive with a cry of ‘next d gets a canvas tote bag.’ even though miss casual broke every fingernail she had it was lots of fun and rick buying us hot chocolate capped off the afternoon just right.

friday night was spent at happy hour with cbr, pfil, bjorn, and ‘where’s my michael’ denardis. we were exchanging parent stories when mike d. made the mistake of telling us about a time when his mom smoked pot with his brother, got paranoid about the baby of the family being in trouble, and ran into a screen door yelling ‘where’s my micheal?’ and we know where he was friday. he was putting hanson on the jukebox at the chipp inn.

the diverse (read: creepy) crowd loved our punishing 80’s string of song selections, from mariah carey to hanson to n’sync. who knew bjorn could sing all the words to an n’sync song? cu is considering forming a boy band which we could manage and now we have a lead vocalist. here’s our future star with lucas in his halloween costume at treem and aaron’s. notice the remarkable hair style similarity.

what could end such a blissful weekend? the ambrosia of brisket at RWIP last night. ea was in attendance which is always a special added bonus and he brought us some rubber lance type cu bracelets. youll have to work for them, but maybe theyll get you a pass to skip in line for the wave pool at great wolf this year. bryan’s cooking was magic and another in a series of marriage proposals from miss casual almost followed the revelation that there was indeed cookie dough in the brownies somehow.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.