See, I'll drink a bottle of Hennessy you got on the shelf, so just let me introduce myself(1): I'm Tommy, and I won't drink warm liquor from a three-quarters-empty bottle on the floor of a motel staircase.
(1) Humpty 1990
On to the recpetion, and Heather looking beautiful...
...and Scott, lookin' sharp.
Lehner in his Wrigley Best.
Craig from Fleck Sales trying to drum up some new clients.
The sign out front.
Heather isn't the only friend/former co-worker there. Big D Don Black and Jessica Dol, stylin' and profilin'.
And after such a classy wedding reception, where better to head next than 3rd Street Live...
...for the rock stylings of Des Mojnes' own Reality's Flaw.
Lehner enjoys the show...
...or is he transfixed by the Jager sticker on the drum?
And then the rains came.
Big, heavy rains.
Back in the club.
Upstairs in the Green Room, which is home of the Chicago Bears Club and back in the day was an Algonquin Roundtable of the Cedar Rapids Media. (See The Erin Bristol Going Away Party and The Hawai'i Game.)
Remnants of a once-great civilization, including a bottle of Big D's beer ("Don Black Blonde") and my Grimace (which someone defiled with a Cubs helmet).
A quick trip downstairs to the Chrome Horse.
Then to the Tycoon, where Tim always treated us well when we were regulars. And on our return...no different.
The projection TV where Big D, Fish and I used to watch NBA playoff games.
We run into former Z 102.9 jock Bill Mirabella, who also believes "Karma's a bitch".
We run into "Hollywood" Rob Hocken and my buddy Drew at Dublin City Pub.
Me, Big D and Hollywood.
Me and Cedar Rapids rocker Anna Caryn from Deadlocked.
The new Piano Bar.
And across the street, what used to be Osco Drugs, where I always bought crap when I lived in River Place Apartments.
