Friday. Drive 3.5 hours to St. Paul. Drop off a buddy at his dad's house. Get to final destination. Enjoy an amazing bowl of chili consisting of ground turkey, black olives, red bell peppers and savory spices. Thank the most amazing hostess for a wonderful meal, watch a movie and go to bed.
Saturday. Wake up at 10 a.m. Drive to Minneapolis, struggle to find a bar showing the Badger/Penn State game. The Twin Cities are going nuts on this particular Saturday for both the Twins and the Golden Gophers.
Finally, a bar with the Badger game on. Consume a vast plate of nachos and two bloody marys of only decent quality. The nachos, however, are most excellent. And the game on television isn't bad either. Bucky and the boys take it to the ageless Joe Paterno.
Linger in the sports bar for a little while and then head to the Fine Line music caf??, for what is sure to be an event. Jim O'Rourke, of Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot production fame, and Mr. Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth are putting on a show. This concert turns out to be a blitzkrieg on the senses. Thurston Moore torquing the neck of his guitar, demanding more from the instrument than it is willing to give him. Jim O'rourke smashing the guitar into his amp and the ground making noises that most people fear to hear come from their guitar. The drummer Chris Corsano launching into his percussive duties with reckless abandon and dogmatic devotion all at once. Watch the three individuals coming together for one orgasmic m??nage ?? trois of music/art for the sake of being avant-garde.
Sunday. Awaken after the distorting and wonderful night before. Shake off a two-shots-of-Wild Turkey hangover and prepare to watch the Minnesota Twins play the New York Yankees. Drive to the Metrodome and park in a hospital parking lot for free. Enter the monstrous half garbage bag, half ugly-ass stadium beast that is the Metrodome. Grab a \Dome Dog"" and slather it in relish, onions, mustard and ketchup. Wolf down the hotdog. Buy a bag of peanuts and a stadium sized cup of soda for waaay too much. After the dog, peanuts and pop settle in my stomach. Begin to get indigestion by watching the small-market and underdog Twins get hammered and eventually knocked out of the playoffs by the buy anything, anytime Bronx Bombers.
Monday. Drive back to Madison, stop at a truck stop, eat a sub and think about why it's better to witness things live, rather than on television.
Brian Lauvray is a senior majoring in history. He can be contacted at bllauvray@wisc.edu.
