Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Wizard Buddies

Once your staff of taped beers stands taller than you, you've achieved full wizard status. It's simple. It's stupid. It's really awesome.



The birthday boy, almost halfway there. Does that make him a wiz? Or a zard? Either way, he's getting pretty sauced.



The Brew came pretty late so he has an excuse for his feeble staff. Although until he achieves full wizard status, he's just walking around middle earth a mere mortal.



Wizard congress in session.



Although my staff stood proud (about 20 beers worth of proud) at the witching hour, I, alas, did not.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Beijing Buddies.

In Beijing, we don't have a lot of hot dogs. You can get them and I'm sure I will. But so far there are just too much weird and delicious food selections.

The hutongs, or side streets, are filled with vendors that would love to sell you things you wouldn't eat even if you're blackout drunk. But when in Beijing...



You can eat sea urchins, chicken hearts, breaded dog on a stick, an entire squid, snakes pieces, water snakes, mini-lobsters, some pork guts, beef, etc...



In this one you can clearly see the fermented tufu on a stick, something you can smell yards away.



Sometimes Beijing buddies eat scorpions together. After many, many beers. They taste like earth.



Here's buddy Troy after sampling some of the local fare.



Sometimes buddies stop making fun of each other for being from Sweden, Deutschland or 'Merica and just drink 40 cent 22 oz beers next to piles of garbage.



Then as buddies, eat a variety of meats and spiced breads on sticks. With some green things and large bottles of beer.



Once in a while, in a city of 20 million, you don't need a buddy.


EDIT: Click on the pictures for a closer look.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Itty Biddy Buddy



That's me and my god daughter buddy Olive. This little bundle of cuteness came from the loins of my best buddy Todd. That makes Olive like a double buddy. She liked my 'stache...before she tried to puke on it.

Monday, June 2, 2008

BBQ in my Backyard




Put a good man on the grill and you'll get some good looking dogs.
No Name® Natural Casing Weiners.
French's Yellow Mustard.
A grilled bakery fresh bun.
Simple.
American.

Baptism Buddies



Nothing like a good ol' fashioned baptism on a Friday morning.



Turns out the water was a little cold (like 40 degree snow-melt cold!) and buddy Paul started complaining of a burning sensation in his feet.



Andrew, not one to be deterred by earthly constraints like water temperature, marches forward.



A new technique!



Now, when Paul is shuffled off this mortal coil, there will be the kingdom of heaven waiting for him. And there will be an endless supply of Coors, Cheeto's, and Spaghetti-O's.

Bachelor Party Buddy BBQ Weekend




In honor of good buddy Paul's impending holy matrimony, we had a wonderful weekend of buddy time in Colorado. There were tears, laughter, man-moans, farts, and fires. There was the invention of a strange new game involving 6 sticks, 2 bottles of Budweiser, and a glow-in-the-dark frisbee. There was the Kinks. There were fights. There was the term "middle-aged boy." There was skateboarding. There were costumes. There was even a baptism. There was the type of fun you thought wasn't possible any more. And there was a lot of it.

Doug's Delicious Dogs.



Doug has been raving about this hot dog recipe for weeks. Gotta say, it looks like a damn fine dog.

Marinated all-beef wieners. Slaw. Butter toasted croissant.

DQ Dog





Before the Dairy Queer (as we called it in high school) took the low road and started slinging triple-jalapeno-whacky-flaming-shit-burgers and renamed the Mr. Misty the Extreme-lightning-ass-pussy-water-arctic-rush-bullshit-syrup-shake, they were purveyors of all beef dogs and high quality soft serve ice cream. They still serve a good dog though, and that's the only reason I'll step into that place.