Michigan Stadium
Ann Arbor, MI, United States of America
Hi, kids, welcome to a blog – sure – about Mike Coughlin’s weekend adventure! I’ll be cramming myself into a car for four hours, slamming the open road on the way, and rolling into the Motor City before heading over to Ann Arbor. While visiting the University of Michigan’s campus, in particular the famed Big House stadium, I’ll make sure to stop and catch a football game.
Oh, no, not one of those silly American football games, this is proper football, the way it was meant to be enjoyed: with a few stars, a few more scrubs, and a bunch of games where everyone agrees in advance that the most important thing is no one gets hurt. Preseason soccer sounds a lot like AYSO.
I won’t be alone, thankfully, as I’ll be jointed joined by longtime friend of mine, and a man known the world over for his generosity of spirit, Doc G! Anyways, yeah, that’s what I’ll be doing and I wanted everyone to know it. I’ll edit this throughout the weekend, as I see fit, with pictures and doodles and memories.
Ain’t life grand?
Sex happens at a truck stop.
I make out with a bird.
I kill a young boy’s mother.
That young boy gets revenge by killing me.
My mother swears revenge on him.
No one actually does anything.
Sorry about that. As you long time readers have noticed, we’re remodeling around here and now I have some new formatting options to play with and that right there is what resulted. OK. Back to the blog.
Friday – 7/27/18
Noon
- The car turns over, the Bluetooth syncs on the first try, and the sky is the blue of a baby’s eyes: I’m on my way.
3pm
- Half way there and I pull off in Kalamazoo. 2 minutes off 94 there’s a Godfather’s Pizza, a favorite of mine from when I’d have it in Sioux Falls during my childhood. They’re nonexistent near Chicago so this is a treat I planned for. Having called ahead, I was in and out with a jumbo pizza; I ate a slice as I sped away.
6pm
- A motel calling itself a hotel, part of a hollowed out and “refurbished” chain sitting underneath an airport I didn’t even use, is home for the next two days. I think I saw a prostitute arguing with the manager for her paycheck(?). She also could’ve been a maid. Manager dude seemed nice enough for someone that kept telling me about breakfast starting at “9 morning time.”
- Room has a bed and TV and even a mini-fridge and microwave so that’s good. I’m sure the usual jokes about the bed sheets are true but whatever, it’s $45 a night when everything else around here is triple that. Plus, I’m probably more likely to be covered in cum than these sheets.
- I’m watching Star Wars 7 and love it. I get all SJW-y with Star Wars for some reason.
830pm
- (wrote all of that stuff in the 3 and 6 pm posts)
Saturday – 7/28/18
1137am
I get this message from Doc:
We are in Michigan. I’ll message you when we are close. Buying booze now.
My pulse quickens; my mouth waters.
234pm
Doc is late due to construction (Canadians don’t understand what it looks like to see success, you see) and so I’m singing this whilst sitting alone in my room and drinking:
242
- If it wasn’t for the drugs, I’d be freaking out right now. Note: I am not freaking out right now.
300pm
- Dov has arrived!
- An old man – from Liverpool, complete with the accent – is using my bathroom and I have no idea who he is and if he’s allergic to semen but we’re gonna find out.
- Time to drive to the game … in a limo! Holy cow, Doc is a grand human being.
- There are other people in this limo, including children who I believe are Canadian. Wonder what the penalty is for trafficking a minor across the border?
500pm
- The game begins. The sun never stops slapping my face all afternoon.
Manchester United vs Liverpool FC at Michigan Stadium Pictures
700(ish)pm
- The game is over. Liverpool have won. This is a magical day. I’m happy.
1009
- Poirier defeats Alvarez in a Fight of the Year and now I’m scared that something bad is going to happen because this is an awfully good day…
