About 10 years ago my old band was playing a gig in Lansing and then another in Detroit on back to back nights. So we begin the long, fun drive from Madison to Detroit. Our van breaks down in Gary, Indiana which is a beautiful little city and we have it towed to a mechanic. After several Deliverance-like hours we're back on the road again but have no chance in hell of making the Lansing gig. We get there in time to see one of the other bands and play pinball after 15 minutes of which we hit the road to find a hotel. And beer.
We bought a 24 pack of Strohs after running over a gigantic dead raccoon.
Long story short, we got tanked on Strohs at 3 in the morning in the hotel room, trashed it, watched our vocalist and guitarist fight and roll around in the freshly ordered pizza from a Gumby's imitator, laughed at the guitarist (who we locked out of the room for being too drunk for even us to stand) outside the room screaming to be let back in, and then all passed out.
I will never drink Strohs again.
Yes, I got the pizza fight on tape: [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6tWc-gjA9o]YouTube - Don vs Luck[/ame]
We bought a 24 pack of Strohs after running over a gigantic dead raccoon.
Long story short, we got tanked on Strohs at 3 in the morning in the hotel room, trashed it, watched our vocalist and guitarist fight and roll around in the freshly ordered pizza from a Gumby's imitator, laughed at the guitarist (who we locked out of the room for being too drunk for even us to stand) outside the room screaming to be let back in, and then all passed out.
I will never drink Strohs again.
Yes, I got the pizza fight on tape: [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6tWc-gjA9o]YouTube - Don vs Luck[/ame]