Waturday:
For the past few days Lorenius, the editor of Powderroom.net, has set up shop in the guesthouse. She keeps yapping about how she’s here to see bronze people and watch the brewers play some baseball.
I immediately had to correct her. 1. Bronze is no longer an acceptable term. It’s African-American. 2. The Brewers don’t play baseball, they just lose.
Plus the Cubs were in town. Which is kind of like Magic Johnson after he admitted he was HIV positive. I mean he’s still Magic, he still kills ‘em for sport, he still rocks that smile, but you’re going to think twice about letting him make sweet love to your sister’s face.
Anyway L-Boogie and I attended a Brewers-Cubs game, and because there is no cure for the virus that spreads up from Chicago, Miller park was half-full of Cubs fans. Including this dude:
All the trashy broads in Cubs gear were coming down to get their pics taken with him. It seems there is nothing more gullible than drunk, white women for the suburbs of Chicago. Pseudo-Ditka was waist deep in pro-ho stink.
Plus the Cubs fan sitting of us was rocking this ice:
Let’s get a closer look:
Seriously bro, I don’t push University of Baltimore on my ring figure and Bryn Mawr on my pinkie. Then again I do tend to wear my letterman’s jacket from the days at Choate Rosemary. Fuck it. Whatever. Good move to the dude for getting some collagen.
Sunday:
Hop into the Silver spurt and head up to Two Rivers, or as it’s know locally:
Landed at the Hamilton Wood Type Museum. TAKE NOTE: R-A-D. Maybe you need to be into things like fonts and the history of type or whatever, but you cannot deny the 8.8 on the slickter scale of a place that makes a wood type numero dos this big.
That broad on the side isn’t too shabby either.
But more importantly check out that serif:
If Yeezy was in the know he would be writing songs about that serif. YES.
Lunes:
Lo finally explains the she really did want to see Bronze people so we took photos by The Bronze Fonz and the Bronze Bud. You know, the Commish.
