Well what can you say really? We drove to Peoria, went to Hooters, went to bars, drank tons of microbrew and visited a few gentlemen's clubs. It was your average (awesome) guy's trip. Of course there were highlights like Todd getting a droopy (de-pantsed) while speaking to the formally-dressed fraternity/sorority crew in Kelleher's, the very nice Irish pub on the river. Then there was Paul who drank so much the first night that his language offended even the "workers" at Big Al's and rendered him essentially debilitated the following day and unable to drink at the beer festival. Paul, while severely hungover and trying to stomach an egg McMuffin, watching Bear Grylls drinking fluid out of dead camel's abdomen on Man Vs. Wild. Brian B nearly passing out on the table at Big Al's as the cops (his brethren) wandered around behind him. The obscene amount of money offered to the pregnant cocktail waitress to "perform". The endless walk to and from Kelleher's that Todd and I endured because I realized I left my tab open and my credit card at the bar. General hilarity and mischief ensues when you get this crew and a massive number of fine beers together.
