Goodbye Wisconsin - Hello AZ event. - A Good Friday for Drinking

Wisconsin. Never technically been here before. It is not a bad place.

Three things that Milwaukee loves, and proves it by putting it in your face at every possible opportunity.

1). Cheese - obvious, but wow.

2). Beer - Home to Miller and Pabst as well as a handful of microbreweries, large and small.

3). Porn - I have never seen so many adult stores. They range from mom and pop stores to mega-stores. They also have super mega-stores. Crazy.

These are three things that I like, although the porn thing is becoming passe as I get to be an old man.....

I did get a chance to enjoy some beers. I went on the Miller Brewery tour. It was everything that I expected it to be. Nothing more and nothing less. Think of a very large factory that manufactures beer. Got an image in your head? You got it, that is what it looks like.

I also got to go up and visit Lambeau Field. I have always wanted to go to Green Bay, just to check it out. There is something very refreshing about a community that has embraced its football team throughout its history enough that it owns it. It was damn sweet. I had lunch at the on site restaurant, had some beers and walked around the stadium touching and reading all of the gold plaques.






I also stopped by to see Miller Park, the home of the Brewers. It was a cool and modern stadium. Unfortunately, no games were being played at home while I was here, so all I could do is look around.



I had plenty of time to drink while I was in Wisconsin. At first I thought people from Milwaukee were unfriendly. Afterall, I usually have no problem finding people to talk to while I am sitting alone at the bar, obviously out of my East Lansingesque element. My Michigander weight gain probably doesn't help matters any as well. That was until today. I went to a small sports bar for lunch today to watch the Tigers get a comeback win against the White Sox, 2-1. I made it to the bar, with the help of a short rain delay in time to see the beginning of the game. The place was empty. It was lunchtime, but there were probably only six other patrons in the whole place. There were two bartenders. One was a goofy guy who liked baseball. He was a good guy to have sports conversations with since he was very knowledgable. The other was a semi-attractive young lass. She was hilarious, since putting together a string of words to form a decent sentence was a chore. It was purely entertaining, and it was nice to have a stop and chat.

It became even better when some of the waitresses kept coming up to the bar to talk to the bartender. They would look over at me and say hi, and giggle. At first, I thought they were making fun of chubby Jonny. Then I thought they were extremely bored. Then, after a playful scuffle between a few of the waitresses to bring me my lunch, I accepted what was going on. It was cute and flirtatious. Julie was the name of the girl who won the apparent honor of bringing me my lunch. Julie and I started talking. She was much more intelligent than the bartender, and much cuter. Since it was so slow, she made it a point to stay and talk. I appreciated the gesture. Somewhere in the conversation between yadda yadda and blah blah, I told her she was the cutest girl in Milwaukee. She loved it. For a minute, I wished I hadn't checked out of my hotel already. For a minute, I wished I didn't love someone. For a minute, I wished that I didn't care. Then the minute passed and I realized that there is something wrong with Milwaukee girls, if they like chubby losers who drink and watch baseball on Thursday afternoons. Whatever.

Now, I sit in the Hilton at O'Hare, waiting for my flight out of here tomorrow morning. The hotel is sweet, but I am spent. I need to rest up for tomorrow. Friday, June 21st. The first event of AZ's birthday celebration. It may be a Good Friday for drinking. In fact, I know it will be. I hope you are ready AZ, for a nightcap from the lovely Lisa.