Thursday, July 31, 2008
"Well, you see, when Brett Favre gets the ball he is going to be Brett Favre and throw that ball all the way to Sheboygan. Heh, funny thing see when I always think of Wisconsin, I think of Sheboygan. You know when you're in Wisconsin when Brett Favre is Brett Favre and Sheboygan. Yeah where you from? Sheboygan."

- John Madden

"I gotta tell ya, this whole Favre controversy is causing my angina to act up."

- Megs
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
How bread was made in the 80s

Friday, July 11, 2008
We're supposed to be out of work 1/2 days on Fridays, but I gotta stick around for something that starts at 5. No one's in the office, so how does one kill 45 minutes? Let's post some photos.

Here's some highlights of my trip to Seattle & to Sasquatch Music Festival.

Mmmmmm....spacey. Didn't know the Space Needle was actually erected (heh) for the 1962 World's Fair. It's pretty much what you'd expect: over priced, but nice. I was impressed they have their liquor license here.

Drinking a beer called "Scuttlebutt" in the Space Needle. I am doing my "gentleman, and a scholar" pose.

This is my friend, Lori. She is the person who told me about Sasquatch and was my travel pal on this trip. She was getting over a cold when this photo was taken, so she was acting all "no booze for me, I'll just have Starbucks" but then about 3 hours later we were drunk and lost in Seattle. More about that later.

I had to laugh and then take a picture when I saw a god damn Peruvian band next to the Space Needle. These guys will travel anywhere and are always outside of something touristy. Milwaukee County Zoo? Check. Summerfest? Check. Six Flags? It's their regular gig.

Here's the outside of the EMP (Experiential Music Project). It's a Frank Gehry designed building and is located right next to the Space Needle.

I rather enjoyed this crazy guitar sculpture inside the EMP.

I got yelled at immediately after taking this photo of a drawing Jimi Hendrix made of Elvis when he was in the 5th grade, but fuck it. You can't tell ME what to do pseudo security guy! Seriously, he was the cutest security guy ever, all scruffy - you can tell he does this as his day gig and then plays in some band at night. At least that's what I tell myself in my fantasy... just kidding.

The coolest part of the EMP is that you can test out all of these instruments. Here's me in what appears to be a bad (meaning awesome) 80s video.


So remember when I told you Lori was being all pious and drinking her Starbucks since she was "sick?" Well, I somehow convinced her that drinking beer in bulk quantities would be good because, "We're on vacation!" So, we go on an afternoon pub crawl (which I have no photos of because picture taking wasn't the objective - drinking whatever I could get my hands on was) and eventually we leave to go back to our (sidenote: amazing) hotel. Well, we get lost, even though we had a map.

Immediately after this photo was taken Lori asked a British tourist (of all people) for directions back to our hotel. He actually did help us, which is kind of sad, but whatever.

The next morning, we get up and went to the original Starbucks.

My neck looks insanely long in this photo. I would be an awesome Burmese necklace/choker model. Kind of like this lady.

Except I could wear that many links without mutilating myself. Ok, this photo is creeping me out. Moving on.

After Starbucks (I ordered my usual) we headed to Pike's Place Market where this beefy gent was trying to impress me with his "Fresh Troll Caught King Salmon for $17.99/lb?" Is that what it says on the sign next to him? PETA, don't send me any hate mail.

Thumbs up to Chilean Seabass!

With a name like Loback, it has to be good. Mmmmmmmeat.

If this isn't the sassiest fish monger you have ever seen, then I don't know what is! This is the place where they throw fish. And where he & I fell in love. Just kidding. He was telling me stories about Sarah Duchess of York stopping by and was hassling me for not actually buying any fish.

That night, we went back to our hotel room and decided to go out for a nice dinner to toast ourselves on our adventure. We got a little more dressed up than usual and headed to Flying Fish restaurant.

Token MySpace pose....check.

After dinner, we headed out to further examine the Seattle bar scene. We found this awesome dive bar that I'm blanking on the name (I'll do some research and see if anything rings a bell) and we sat with this guy who was pulling vinyl all night. I think it the night we were there, he was into "Soul Rock."

I like taking photos in the same light we were experiencing to give you some of that flava.

Well, we met up with some dudes who wanted to take us to another bar. Lori looked at me and said "well, we do have to get up early tomorrow," and I stopped her and said, "You are having a good time and there's no way we're going home." So we followed these dudes to some other bar and then we finally had marinated enough that we decided it was a good time to go home. The guys walked us all the way back to our hotel steps and I don't know if they were expecting anything, but I think by the time we parted ways that we were all so smashed that it didn't even matter. I had a ridiculously good time that night. Lori said I got back to our hotel and literally passed out.

Proof is in the puddin'.

Stay tuned for Part 2 of my trip to Seattle where we head to Sasquatch Music Festival in the beautiful tiny town of Quincy, Washington.
To the person who found my blog by Googling "Wisconsin porn." I love you.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
I am a magnet for the crazies.

Case in point: I'm standing in the spaghetti aisle at my local Dominick's (a grocery store), minding my own business when this old guy comes up from behind me and breaks into a joke.

Mr. Crazy: "Did you hear about the antennas' wedding?"

Me: "The antennas? No."

Mr. Crazy: "Well, I heard the wedding wasn't much but the reception was incredible."

Me: :: uncomfortably laughs and turns back to the spaghetti sauce ::

So, you're probably thinking, "Megan, you should just practice your scowl more often in public." Unfortunately, I already tried that and all I got was some dude saying, "You know, it's really okay to smile." You know, it's also okay to get out of my face, jackass.

Hulk mad.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
I may be biased, but if you lived or were visiting Chicago over the 4th of July, you were probably in the best city in the country. At least weather-wise. I packed up two cold packs, some Miller Lite bottles, and met up with my friend/co-worker/travel partner, Lori, at The Taste of Chicago for some live music. Oddly, we didn't have a thing to eat at The Taste. Something about seeing several 500+ lb. people slothing around tends to make me rethink my eating choices. There's nothing like 70-something degree weather, sun is shining, free live music (Old 97s and Gomez played) and drinking with the hobos in Grant Park.

Summer bliss.

Immediately after this photo was taken, the guy taking it asked us to take off our tops so he could take another. Chicago hobos are funny.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
I'm sitting here trying to figure out how Celebrity Circus ended up on my TV...and has stayed on for a full hour. But put Antonio Sabato Jr. on the "Wheel of Death" while James Brown plays in the background and I'm pretty much a sucker for this kind of crap. Oh god, now he's straddling the wheel of death. Oh no. No WAY is he now doing a headstand on it. TAKE THAT, WHEEL!

I've been working a ton lately, but I'm hoping to have some time this weekend to post some photos from Sasquatch Music Festival and just randomness from the past couple of months. It's a long weekend, so I really have no excuse.