Day 1 : swearing off the hard stuff, forever

Round 2! We split from Bloomington pretty late so we could work all day and since we only had a 45 minute drive ahead of us to get to terre haute. Everything was pretty smooth sailing and we arrived to ole simrell's just in time to fall into the open arms of our buddies in black cat. The show was a hat trick of celebratory energy; husband&wife's triumphant return to the haute, some war vet's triumphant return from Iraq, and the unexpected attendance of the coors babes in footlocker-employee costumes. Here's the photographic recap...

 
The gang's all here! Here's a quick one of all the conspirators devising a plan to defeat ole simrell for the very last time. Our reward...two coors babes for every boy!! Huzzah!!!!!

  
Ole simrell is a formidable opponent and it takes a certain amount of psychological preparation to face such an intimidating force. Here's a dramatic shot of tim getting  psyched out before the big dance.

  
Black Cat is a great band. The only thing is that they insist on hanging that stupid budweiser neon light up everywhere they go. They aren't sponsored by them or anything, I think they just like the glow. Do yourself a favor and try to ignore the sign and get into the music. Close your eyes if you have to...


In celebration of our victory over ole simrell, tim and sam (of Sam and Levi, our old friends and gracious hosts) invented a very special libation...the Jack Dittle. What's a Jack Dittle, you ask? It's a shot of Jack Daniels sour mash whiskey marinated over a bed of obliterated skittles brand candy. If you're over 21, try it. If you're under 21, try replacing the JD with Mountain Dew. 

 

  
Right before I snapped this picture, tim was sitting there in the floor filling his mouth with cheese puffs and jabbering away about god-knows-what. Bryant, being the refined gentleman that he is, got pretty fed up with tim yaking with his mouthful like he was. So, he jerked that bucket of cheese poofs out of tim's hands and started cramming them in his mouth going "doi doi doi, ibelieveibelieveibelieveibelieve in rude manners...". It was a pretty tense scene for a minute, but blood is thicker than water, so everything was cool by the time we went to bed.