Oh hello. Blogging for the first time in ages. Felt obligated to after the events that took place on Friday, Aug. 14th in a little place called Butternut, Wisconsin. First things first, about 5 minutes before we got to The Butternut KK (Kountry Klub), I was telling the guys a story of how my mom didn't know one of my good friends' (Koontz) first name. She guessed Roger of all names, which I thought was hilarious. Why Roger? The youngest guy I can think of named Roger is Roger Clemens the baseball player, and he's over 40 now. Anyways, she went with Roger. So we pull up to the place and what is the owner's name...you guessed it...Roger. Pretty funny stuff...probably a lame story retold as I just did...guess you just had to be there.
That said, a lot of the stories and anecdotes that we share are much better when experienced in person. I don't know how many times I've heard Colin say..."I wish someone else was here right to see this cause nobody's gonna believe it."
Back to Butternut. We are informed that we will be playing outside underneath a tent, and that the cabin that we are supposed to stay in is rented out, so the place got us a room "down the street" at the Park Falls Motel. The lady handed us our room key, which was an actual key. No key card, and actual real life key. Rule #1...never stay in a motel/hotel/resort that still uses an actual key to open a room. We decided to go "down the street" (which is actually like 5 minutes away) to the motel to settle in, but went the wrong way, then plugged "Park Falls Motel" into the GPS, and eventually found it. What a gem of a place. Reminded me of a Vegas Casino...Nope no it didn't.
First thing we notice is a sign in the bathroom that says something like..."Hunters...please don't clean your birds in the sink. If you need to clean your birds, I will bring you a bucket of water." -Sandy. Apparently they are having septic issues because people are cleaning their birds in the sink...check please. We fill up the fridge with beer and head back to Butternut.
The show...first set...weird. Good news, free pitches for the band and $1 shots. Rule #2...if you are in a weird place for the first time...just get drunk. Second set...better...but really buggy. Like thousands of gnats and mosquitoes...no lie. The people from Alaska were digging us, and the Sun Prairie folks were real real nice. After the show, we all realize that we are hungry. We ask about food in the area...they laugh at us. The owner cooked us a pizza which was delicious and lifesaving to say the least.
We got back to the motel around 1am???, played some Zoom Schwarts...a game JB introduced to us years ago. After multiple rounds, Colin volunteers and agrees to run around the parking lot in a circle while we (myself, JB, and Ryan) try to hit him with rocks. Only rule was no head shots. We hit him a couple times, and I believe it was Ryan who threw one after Colin said stop and hit him in the head. He was alright though.
I had no idea what time it was now, but it was time for bed. We signed the guestbook, and went to the room. I leave you with our entries:
Great Bar-The Sharp & Harkins Band (written by JB)
*Note: We never went into the motel bar, it wasn't open
Good bar, wish I could've seen it open (or something like that, it wasn't english though)-C Stache McGraf (Colin)
Dear Sandy,
Oh herro. I like what you've done with the place. It reminds me of a Vegas Casino.
Love, Ryan Harkins (written by me)
A normal Friday night!
Andy
