I think the places I have gone into
with no expectations have left me with the biggest impressions, and I
don't know whether to blame myself for this finding or that these
places are really that awesome. Either way, Milwaukee was one of
these places. I had no idea what to expect upon arriving but there
was snow!! For a trip I thought would be dominated with salty tires
and the usage of my very small ice scrapper, this was only the second
or third time I was involved in any of that. Anyway, we were staying
with Tommy ( Pele Rojo for those better acquainted). He lived in a
little burb of Milwaukee but worked about three doors down and across
the street from his house, needless to say we didn't venture very far
in the two nights we were there. The first night was relatively calm,
Tommy took us to the local bar, where everyone knew everyone,
including our very own Tommy, it was like being with someone famous
almost. It was a good time, for a day during the week it was pretty
hopping and we proceeded to have a great time. Jimmy Johns is an
amazing sub place, and just so happened to be in the same couple
square blocks as the house and the bar and also happened to be open
late, which was smart because that's probably when they make most of
the revenue. In the two days we were there, we ate there probably
four times, never gets old I swear. So the first night ended with a
sub, we woke up the next day to the afternoon and hit the ground
running, well sort of. Tommy had to work at 8 so when Caleb and I
rolled out of our respective floor and recliner we headed across the
street for brunch! I know how fancy of us. We out did ourselves when
we had beermosas and I had a chocolate chip waffle with bacon and a
beer fried banana...yes it was awesome. I forget what Caleb had but
I'm sure it wasn't as good. We ended up spending enough time there to
eat again and for Tommy to clock out. That night, while Tommy was
catnapping, Chelsea came from Madison to say hello! Its amazing how
much I talk when people let me ramble. I hope if she is reading this
she knows how much I loved seeing her, and next time I promise to not
talk as much about me. We headed out to, well across the street to
another bar, this one had couches! Back in AmeriCorps, us Buffalo
priding ourselves with the most challenging of challenges, the
Buffalo sweat shot. It was an initiation of sorts that we made a
mandate for celebratory purposes. Some poor unfortunate corps members
can attest to that. Bourbon and Tabasco is a generic buffalo sweat,
but for whatever reason not many people know how to make one
properly. I've been handed a bottle of Tabasco and a shot of bourbon
and been told to do it myself, but in our case for this evening the
bartender asked which spicy sauce we'd prefer. Someone yelled out
Siracha over my Frank's red hot and our shot quickly turned into a
chunky bourbony snack. It was gross and gave me awful heartburn but I
cant help but feel like I conquered something. Well, once again, a
long story will have to be abridged and most of us, besides Caleb who
feel asleep in the middle of an Old Crow Medicine show jamboree and a
heated poker match, didn't find sleep until well into the morning,
for one reason or another :) Needless to say we woke the next day to
the afternoon again. We had the chance to meet up with Tracy for
Mexican. Tracy was Caleb's corps members and one of mine from
Splinter 1 for a hot minute. She is amazing and in combination with
Chelsea and Tommy, his roommates and gf, I couldn't have asked for or
planned a better Wisconsin experience.
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