Watersports in Indy
Saturday morning, Matthew sent me off to go on the Gateway MC's overnight club night with the Indiana Falcons at the 501/Eagle in Indianapolis. Of course, a big part of the time was spent driving up on Saturday and driving home on Sunday. Don't believe me? YOU try coordinating 12 guys and getting them 250 miles and 2 states away in one day. But get there we did. On the way up, we stopped in Effingham, IL, for lunch and it was there that i was informed that i was going to be entering the Wet Underwear Contest at the bar that night. What?? i kinda remember Richard mentioning something about that, but i'd totally spaced it. Thus, i didn't bring anything appropriate (i.e., tighty-whiteys)...just a couple of jockstraps. Thus, i was marched across the parking lot to the...GASP!!...Wal-Mart. Yes, for the first time in 6 years, i actually crossed the threshold of the evil empire. Ew, gross...dirty and overstuffed. And that was just the customers!!! i found a couple pair and left quickly.
By the time we got there, we barely had enough time to check in and get cleaned up and it was off to dinner with the Falcons. Pizza at the Babeaux on Maryland was very good, but with a late lunch and a time change, i wasn't that hungry. Then it was back to clean up (and a costume change!!) and then off to the 501. As soon as i walked in, i was greeted by chillycub who stayed up late (he had to take off early the next morning on his first solo truck run) just to say hi and give me a hug. What a cuddly cub!! WOOF!! i can't wait for the next time we wind up in the same town! Then it was time for shots. Richard LOVES tequila and Lonnie, the woofy owner of the 501, made sure to chill up a bottle of Jose just for us. He should have gotten a second bottle. But that kicked off the fun and the Falcons were great hosts. Soon, however, it was time. To paraphrase that sage philosopher, Frank Zappa:"...and [woofer's] the kind of red-blooded american [boy] who'll do anything...
...i said ANYthing...for fifty bucks..."
That's right, you heard right, fifty bucks for the most popular wet undies. They had raffled off the rights to man the super-soakers to 4 lucky patrons and it was all for a good cause. There were four of use in all and i was number 3 of the group.
From what i was told, the other guys didn't really do a whole lot and if i've learned anything, it's that you gotta work it to win and i wasn't coming back to Matthew empty-handed. So i really got into it...and so did the crowd. Of course, it helps to bring your own cheering section, but i managed to win over the local guys too.
After the contest, we partied and caroused and then went back to...
...the next morning, we slowly trundled down and into the cars to (kinda) convoy back to St. Louis, The whole thing fell apart when we tried to have lunch in Terre Haute at midday and there was no way to seat 12 guys together. Oh well...we'll see you back in town. And by 5pm, i was returned to Matthew with my winnings...home and dry.