Out of all the stories I'll be telling
tonight, I'm probably the least likely person to be telling any of
them.
Yet, I'll be doing it anyway.
Tonight is the “Beer History”
fundraiser at the Marquette Regional History Center, and aside from
the 11 different kinds of beers available to try there will also be
three speakers during the evening. Those three speakers include two
very important local intellectuals, who will be speaking on the
socio-economic and manufacturing aspects of alcohol, and, well, me,
telling stories about the stupid things people do after they've had
one or two or twelve too many.
I kinda think I'm maybe, just maybe,
the comic relief of the evening. Maybe.
I am probably one of the least likely
people to tell these types of stories, in that I don't go to bars and
I really don't drink. Yet there I'll be, sharing stories of
hilarity, stupidity, and depravity (sometimes all at once) that I've
picked up over the past few years. I guess when you decide to
explore the offbeat and/or seedy aspects of local history, as have I,
you're bound to become an expert on the topic, whether you want to be
or not.
But I don't mind at all.
I'm going on last, after everyone's had
a chance to sample the beers, so I'm assuming it'll be a fun crowd
that's ready to laugh. And that's a good thing; after all, even
though I only have 20 minutes, here are a few of the stories I'll be
sharing--
The Bowling Ball story.
The Streaker story.
The “Why Is There an Axe In The
Wall?” story.
The “How To Make a Fortune The Next
Morning” story
The “Why Does It Smell like Jell-O In
Here?” story
The “You Shouldn't Really Get Into a
Bar Fight with a Wrecker Driver” story.
And the Great Andy's Urinal Experiment
story
Now, I experienced none of the stories
first-hand. In fact, most of them occurred before I was of legal
drinking age and some even before I was born. Yet because of my
field of interest people have shared them with me over the years, and
I've now become somewhat of an expert on the subject even though I
never did anything along those lines.
Kind of like how I'm Marquette's
“greatest living authority on prostitutes” without ever, you
know, actually knowing one.
It should be a fun evening, though. I
believe a few tickets are still available, so if you wanna check it
out, just go to the History Center's website for all the details.
Otherwise, I'll let you know how it turned out tomorrow. I might
even share one or two of the stories, as well.
Assuming, that is, I can clean them up enough for general consumption.
8-)
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