Monday, June 13, 2011

The night my sleeves blew off my t-shirt

It was a cool June weekend. Payday had come, and Murdock and I were ready to blow some cash at our favorite place (the coolest bar of all time). While grilling out in the backyard, I received a text from one of my best friends from Believeland telling me to tune into the SciFi channel immediately. I was curious, thinking it was the movie "Dracula 3000" with the guy with the afro in That 70's show. Little did I know. As we moved inside with our first beers I grabbed the remote and tuned in. "Total Recall" was on. If you haven't seen it. I recommend you stop reading this blog and Netflix it immediately: Arnold in top form. Anywho, I texted my friend in Cleveland and asked him if he would be watching with his roommate. He replied with "yes, but he's getting beer so we can play the Total Recall drinking game.
Total Recall drinking game? Go on.
"Any recalling you drink. and the term recall is arbitrary."
Sweet. Just my type of game. Arnold remembers something? Drink. Someguy gets murdered? Drink. You get the idea.
So as 10:00 rolls around and we're several high lifes deep, I decided to don my American t-shirt for the night (it's June, how many weekends do we get? Not many is the answer). We make our walk to the bar. Neither of us really remember what happens between the time we get there and closing time. As she begins to close down the bar, I remember I bought the shirt so that it could be sleeveless/more American. I lean over to Murdock and tell him my wishes, and within 2 seconds that has been relayed to the only other person in the bar, the bartender. Before I know it there are scissors in Murdock's hand, and he cuts the top of the sleeves. I pull down as hard as I can.
Voila! My t-shirt for the July 4th weekend in Chicago!!!! An American flag cutoff. As soon as the sleeves come off, I turn to the bartender and say, "I'm pretty sure when I put on this t-shirt, the sleeves just blew right off!"
"That's what I saw!!!" She exclaimed.
And Murdock and The Dude left the greatest bar in the world happy, drunk, and American.