So as many of you know this Saturday is the biyearly tradition that is known as the Oshkosh Pub Crawl. For myself, it means a house full of people who may or may not have asked to stay. It means throwing money down on a barrel or two of ice cold Natural Light. It means a 48 hour shitshow of binging as the daylight bleeds into night.
This year, as so many before it, the forecast calls for rain. Not only rain, but it calls for a high temp of 36 degrees.
Fuck folks, fuck. The real kick in the dick is the back to back maybe not perfect but 50 degree days leading up until Friday. I’m not saying that my plans of barrels and shackers won’t happen, but I’m getting sick of Wisconsin Aprils postponing darty weather till mid May.