Let me start at the beginning. Hell, let me start with a topic sentence and a few supporting details.
The People's Republic of Ann Arbor is known for many things. The first of which is the U of M football team. But because I live in Ohio State, I'm not permitted to say anything more under penalty of law.
Ann Arbor is also known as the liberal bastion of the Midwest--kind of like a Berkley minus the sun and San Andreas Fault. So it's of no surprise that during the election, Obama Hope banners were plastered throughout the city.

But being a city after my own Humor, a local business decided to change its banner on the day after the election:

Gotta love that.
Ann Arbor is also a city after my own Hops. Yes, Ashley's has 1,248, 894 beers on tap:



And as you know, I love me my Hops.
Lastly, Ann Arbor is also known for its support of the arts. In the summer there's the Ann Arbor Art Festival,
This year the headliner on Friday was My Jeff Tweedy of Wilco.

Yes, a rocker and experimental musician who once produced a song with 15 minutes of strange electronic synthesizer sounds, headlines a folk festival--gotta love that.
And as you know, I do love me my Tweedy.
Especially when he sings Ann Arbor's own original folk classic, I Want to be Your Dog.
But #$&$5w46qir%#$$#%sdf9347343$#&# is it hard to stalk this star!!!!!!
My offer of $5.00 and a photo on my blog only made the guard at the stage door grasp his gut and topple over with laugher.
Needless to say, not meeting this No Depression Star threw me into a deep depression. What could I do except drown my sorrows at Ashley's after the show?
And here's where the pathetic comes in.
I met a few foreigners there and we drank and drank and drank and basically closed the place down. Now I'm used to drinking with the Irish, who get drunk and sing songs such as I'd Love to Bang the Bangles.
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BTW, gotta love that 59-year old Springsteen, eh?
But #$&$5w46qir%#$$#%sdf9347343$#&# is it hard to stalk this star!!!!!!
My offer of $5.00 and a photo on my blog only made the guard at the stage door grasp his gut and topple over with laugher.
Needless to say, not meeting this No Depression Star threw me into a deep depression. What could I do except drown my sorrows at Ashley's after the show?
And here's where the pathetic comes in.
I met a few foreigners there and we drank and drank and drank and basically closed the place down. Now I'm used to drinking with the Irish, who get drunk and sing songs such as I'd Love to Bang the Bangles.
But these guys were from some northern European country and seemed slightly more...how can I put it...anal...than the fun-loving and ever-romantic Irish. We ended up staying after hours and setting this up:
But no worries. Ann Arbor is also the Mecca of Conservation, meaning all those bottles will be recycled.
As for the Folk Festival next year, I'm stopping at the ATM to get a large amount of cash beforehand and wearing a pushup bra.
'Cause when it comes to meeting My Jeff Tweedy, I must always maintain:
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More Hops and Hope at Humor-Blogs.
BTW, gotta love that 59-year old Springsteen, eh?






