Working for the Weekend

Saturday night I met a group of friends for an early birthday bash for the notorious Jon Schley. I headed over to Plymouth to Schley's place for a few beers and to watch the Gophers/Ohio State game (some people called it a game I called it a laugher) before we headed downtown Minneapolis. So over a few beers and some frozen pizzas Schley style, Matt Balt "The Birdman," Schley and wife Jodi, Schley's sister and her boyfriend piled into Schley's car and headed downtown to the ACME comedy club to get our tickets for the 10:30 show. There we met the rest of our group which consisted of 20 or so people over some drinks before the show. After getting a solid buzz pregaming it was showtime. The show was pretty decent with two comedians (Miss Shannon from B96 and some funny older mom who talked shit about WalMart) opening before the main guy Ian Bagg . Dude was freaking hilarious and seemed to go on forever. He went on a little after 10:30 and didn't finish until close to 1 am. With plenty of crowd interaction and ripping on guests, Bagg seemed to improv for the last hour or so which I thought was pretty impressive.

After more beers and Red Bull vodka's during the show it was time to depart from ACME and the question now arose..."where should we go." After a few ideas thrown around it was decided to walk over to Club Jager. The walk over would provide for some entertainment as Devin decided to make like Jason Bourne and flee the scene only to arrive later at Jager with an explanation and stories as only Devin could tell. Interesting place to say the least...it seemed to be a mix of old school Germany and the Adams Family from what I remember. Plenty of interesting "individuals" and you almost felt out of place if you had a normal job and didn't have red hair or were "trying to make it as an artist." Not sure how things jumped off after that but all of sudden everyone in our group was on the dance floor doing their best "white man dance" and making fools of themselves during the drunken stupor. Great time and plenty of great pictures I am sure after Alison conveniently had her camera handy. It was then 2 o'clock and after Devin pleaded to the DJ to play more music and after actually physically playing more music himself via his own route to the DJ booth and being scolded shortly thereafter by the DJ, it was time to get the hell out of dodge.

With blood alcohol contents ranging closely to the .2's and everyone closely at their fill we crammed six people into a cab destination Plymouth for a short night cap of mudslides, beer and little did we know...a shit load of pistachios. $50 later we arrived to our destination drunker than skunks ready to drink some more. Well drinking slowly turned to dominating the pistachios and passing out closely followed. Morning came quick and so did Balt's date with "breakfast with the Schley's" as Rick and Mary were in the area at a local Perkins to celebrate the birth of their young son and daughter over a "tremendous twelve" or two.

It is now Sunday night and Monday morning is inching closer and that thing called a "job" is looming to consume your week and life. The 80's band Loverboy did have it right after all...everybody is actually "working for the weekend" and it was a good one at that. Good catching up with everybody and hope to do it again soon!

S