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Posted on 18:42

Bay to Breakers 2008 was AWESOME

By The Nextian at 18:42

The normal revelry of B2B went down yet again. The perfect weather and crazy atmosphere made for drunken fun all morning long. Many of Tommy's buddies from SoCal made the trek up North for the festivities and had so much fun that they pledged to return next year. Makes you wonder why a certain hobbit who lives in Marin has NEVER made it to B2B? The Olympic Torch Relay theme included Torch Runners, a Beer Bong Torch, Security Guards, Hippie Protestors and a mobile DJ Stand. Hell Yeah!

Two pipe hittin' hard core mofo's protect the Olympic Torch. Don't mess with the handlebar stash!

Here's a hippie not trusting our President. Can she get arrested for that? Dude, not in San Francisco.

Here's Cam the Security Guard posing with a super hot tranny.

Now we give you a picture of Spitzer's Whores. Our Torch Runner in the wheel chair got a lapdance from the one in the white. HOT.

Another hippie protestor protesting another thing that's wrong with the world

The crowd "running" up Hayes Hill was trying to better it's finish in the race. Here you see finishers 45,678th - 59,901st place in the B2B at the halfway point.

A famous Running Elvis caught the Torch Runners for beer bong.


C'mon Baby. To take a Torch Bong you gotta drop it like it's hot. Yeeeeee!

This ones for the ladies who like old man ass.

Team Vagina was popular with the crowd. They gave out free tacos to fellow runners.

Flaming Torch Bong!

Here you will see the one naked chick under 40 at B2B 2008. Plenty of painted boobs, but only one kinky enough to bare it all:

This guy loves peace so much that he just had to show it

Here's the Torch Relay crew pre-race:

And we leave you with our lone FBI Agent Sharp "protecting" the Torch from those damn hippies

Posted on 11:41

Derby Weekend 08: Day 3 (Derby Day)

Filed Under (,) By ToddorTommy.com at 11:41

Derby Day was upon us and we were ready to roll...after strip search, a quick $40 cash at the gate and a $9 mint julep for all, we had officially arrived. We wasted no time heading for the infield and came upon a sweet open spot at the start of turn three, just off the path and spitting distance to a beer stand (and the KFC truck!). The fools in front of us had a tent which is why the spot was so wide open, but we staked the spot anyway, it was close to the fence and slightly away from the true madness of turn 3 so it was all good. Rob and Scott were so excited they demanded I take their picture while sharing a man-hug and a frosty mint julep.

Another sweet thing about our spot was the sheer genius of our spot neighbors. It's always amazing to see the methods by which people manage to sneak booze into the Derby. There are strict rules about what you can bring in and what you can't, and anything you bring with you has to be in clear plastic bags. You are allowed to bring food, but no drinks, no coolers, etc. Every time you go through the gates at Derby you see somebody who just tried to tape booze to themselves and it was easily found. Among the interesting methods employed by our generous neighbors were:

  • A dozen oranges with a hold punched in them and soaked in Everclear - my eyes watered just smelling them, and half of one was enough to to start feeling a bit of a buzz (well, half of one plus two mint juleps and 6 beers)

  • A chick to the left of us miraculously went from a D-cup to an A-cup after she pulled four plastic baggies full of booze from her bosom; somehow we resisted the temptation to suckly from her booze-teat, though the offer was out there

  • The boys to our right (all clad in flight suits and Top Gun costumes), had somehow concealed a fifth of booze in loaves of bread - I'm still not quite sure how they did it because the loaves looked whole and unbroken, but it was high skill indeed

Fortunately for us, Derby day was warm and dry, and the previous days' showers left quite a bit of mud all over the infield, which in turn led to fantastic displays of mud-catfights, mud-slip'n'slides, and the like, in addition to the ritual baring of the breasts for tiny plastic half-cent trinkets. Nothing like a few thousand binge drinkers in one place on a nice sunny day (at least for the first half of the day, until they start dropping like flies).

Menawhile, Tommy tried to explain betting on the ponies to the three virgins...this took a while of course, and I think they need some follow-up lessons, but oen by one we made it over the betting windows to place our bets for all the races that day (there are about 12 races on Derby Day, the #10 race being the actual Kentucky Derby). Tommy did his usual mix of sly WPSs, exactas/boxes, and trifectas/boxes, all based solely on the names of the horses and their odds, nothing more. One little filly really caught his eye though - Baroness Thatcher - no doubt named after the GI Joe character, who is a focal point for one of C-Note and Bilbo's many self-produced acoustic hits. Though the odds were long against the Baroness, Tommy keenly paired the Baroness with Intangaroo, another horse with crappy odds but a cool name, in a $2 exacta box. Sure enough, come race 8 they finished Intagaroo - Baroness 1-2, earning Tommy a cool $450. As is the custom, Tommy returned to the group spot with beers for all, while blowing his nose on $100 bills.

Few people know that there are other very well-known races on Derby Day besides the Kentucky Derby. Perhaps best of all is the annual Porta-Potty Dash, where drunken folks attempt to sprint across a row of approximately 30 porta-potties all lined up side by side, while the bystanders hurl any available object at them in an attempt to knock them off course. Poor Lamar happened to be pissing in a porta-potty during one of the preliminary heats and reported a near-miss of his head (the one on top), as the roof of his porta-potty collapsed under somebody's foot. Here's one example of an uncontested preliminary heat:

Sometime in the late afternoon, after countless $6 tall-boys, they played the bugle, sang the song, and off we were in the 134th running of the Kentucky Derby. I think this one moment is the only time that most of the infield quiets down and focuses on the race. About a third of the infield is way past passed out at this point, as was Lamar after he stole somebody's comfy chair.

My official ruling is that Lamar is still a Derby Virgin, due to this gross violation of protocol. Unfortunately, neither Ells nor Robodo nor Lamar had much beginner's luck at the betting windows, leaving Tommy the biggest winner for the day. As the sun set on Churchill Downs and another Derby was put in the books, we headed out and grubbed at Wick's, the Lousville version of Woodstocks. We hit Bardstown Road for one more night of Derby madness, some White Castle late night action, and the next thing we know Tommy was being stopped for speeding (damn speed trap right here) on our way to the Indy airport. Until next year...

Posted on 14:19

Derby Weekend 2008: Day 2

Filed Under (,) By ToddorTommy.com at 14:19

On Friday the clouds moved in as we dug into breakfast at that most Southern of institutions, the Waffle House. Despite a couple near-brawls between the head cook and the head waitress over who was responsible for getting a new crate of eggs out of the fridge, we made it out of there alive and headed downtown. We were headed for the main bar area downtown, a highly fabricated "mall" of bars that might as well be in anytown USA, when it really started pouring so we ducked into the Louisville Visitors Bureau where we learned all about Colonel Sanders and Bourbon, while Ells just pointed at the Colonel's junk:

After learning way more than we needed to know about the Colonel, we rolled over to the bars and settled on bowling at Lucky Strike, mainly because they had the best-looking waitresses of any place there. After a few games and few drinks, we made what we would come to realize was the most pivotal decision of the day. Should we keep our good spot at Lucky Strike, albeit in shorts and flip flops, and extend our buzz through the rest of the night, OR should we return to the hotel, get dressed a bit more appropriately and return when the concert and nightlife were in full swing?

Being old men and pussies, we chose option #2, which unfortunately took the wind out of our sails just a bit too much. We didn't make it back to the mall of bars until it was a total cluster of people and rain, leaving very little space to get into any of the decent bars without paying $25 cover. After a few drinks at the outside bar and a few lame songs from the Goo Goo Dolls, we headed for a local sports bar to watch the Sharks-Stars game, and give us a bit of a rest in anticipation of Derby Day.

Posted on 13:33

Derby Weekend 2008: Day 1

Filed Under (,,) By ToddorTommy.com at 13:33

2008 marked Tommy's 7th annual Kentucky Derby experience, and with 3 Derby virgins in tow, it was a near certainty to be one of the best. It all started with a leisurely drive from Indianapolis airport that began with a hawk being electrocted on the power lines above the road and literally dropping straight down to the pavement. Little did we know this was a sign of things to come.

We hit Louisville in about 2 hours, headed straight for a gas station, and purchased the following critical supplies:

  • 3 Bud Light 40 oz.

  • 1 King Cobra 40 oz.

  • 3 18 packs Bud Light/Miller Lite/Coors

  • 3 Whatchamacalit candy bars (no, these were not purchased by Tommy)

One 40 oz and a few beers each in, we headed for a new event on the Derby weekend schedule, which is sure to become a regular standing item. The Louisville German-American Club Wing Ding is on the Thursday of Derby weekend, and it's all you can drink beer & all you can eat wings for $25. The G-A Club reminded me of the UC Davis Irish Club, of which I was an esteemed member and whose only reasons for existence I could understand were to 1) make t-shirts, 2) drink Irish beers, and 3) pad college resumes (in that order, of course). This is a good thing. Tommy will be renewing his membership to the G-A Club of Louisville every year from here on out. It was also not more than 10 minutes in the door until Ells was solicited by a down-home Kentucky single mom who REALLY wanted him to come home to her hot tub (both Thursday night and each night thereafter, the text message barrages would begin). In typical Ells fashion, he entertained just long enough to get pissed off at himself, then he really started putting down the all you can drink beers.

After our fill of beers, wings, and single moms, we headed out to the bars along Bardstown Road where most of us boozed the rest of the night away, while Robodo fell alseep on the patio at Molly Malones. Thankfully a swift kick from Tommy woke him right up, without even spilling a drop of beer.

Posted on 23:24

The Thirst Mutilator

Filed Under (,,) By ToddorTommy.com at 23:24

Derby trip report coming as soon as we're done detox-ing...in the meantime, enjoy some Brawndo.

Back in the late 1990's, Mike Judge wrote (and acted in) Office Space, a movie that was not well-received by movie critics, but went on to become a huge hit in the home video & DVD market. Both Todd and Tommy enjoyed this movie.

In 2006 he tried it again with a movie that was universally rejected; it was pulled after appearing in just three test theaters, or so I have heard. However, one week Tommy received this movie in his Netflix queue, sat down, drank a twelve-pack of beer, and thoroughly enjoyed himself. Todd still hated the movie. So imagine Tommy's surprise when he learned that a key product from the movie was available in real life!

Tommy vows from this day forward never to drink Red Bull again. From here on out it's Brawndo, and Brawndo only.

Posted on 17:25

Picnic Day 2008

Filed Under (,,) By The Nextian at 17:25

What we thought was going to be a serious hindrance turned into a great idea. Taking the train to Picnic Day 2008 proved to create the Ironman of all party days. There was a strange sense of knowing that you totally wanted to make party, but also understanding that you had to figure out how to get back home more than 100 miles away at days end. With this knowledge, Tommy, CNOTE and Bilbo made their way via Amtrak from Emeryville to Davis.

Todd also brought his older brother "Steve" who is sitting next to him in the below picture. Steve made it 20 feet into Davis and called it quits. Wuss.

The house as in full effect as all Theta Chi Aluni participated in various methods of rapid beer consumption. This 65 year old Alum decided to bong on the front steps of the house.

Tommy took his party out back for a 30 second keg stand. The UCD students were more impressed with his 1998 Riot Nite Rush t-shirt than his tap guzzling abilities.

But while the party was in the back with Tommy, it definitely was NOT business in front on the Theta Chi lawn. The Actives decided that renting a bouncy castle was a good idea for those Alumni who decided to bring their family. The intentions were good, but no children used the castle. Instead, drunk college chicks walking by decided to get their bounce on. But because the castle was made for people under 80 pounds, major trappage occurred when the girls hit the wall. This all culminated with this excellent picture of CNOTE posing in front of a cornered coed.

Bilbo Baggins was in P-Day attendance and took time to befriend McLovin, a current Theta Chi active at UC Santa Cruz. Bilbo was also spotted fiddling with a ring and chilling on the skate ramp holding Rush signs.

While partying downtown at the Paragon/Froggys, Cam also saw one of his boys from back in the day, Delano Benjamin.

The day ended with Tommy in a "no posing" section of downtown Davis. Fortunately the midget cop was nowhere to be seen. Immediately after this desecration of the law, we booked it for the train back to Emeryville.

Posted on 17:02

ToddorTommy Rides Again, Derby Virgins FAQ

Filed Under (,) By ToddorTommy.com at 17:02

I'm happy to announce that toddortommy.com is back (again), hopefully the blog format will be both easier to update and easier to read. Not to mention cheaper. Still working out some of the technical issues with connecting to the old URL but give it a month and it will be back. For now, we've got Picnic Day in our rearview and Derby on the immediate horizon. This year it's Tommy plus three Derby virgins. As part of their intense preparation for the trip, the following Derby virgins FAQ was provided.

What do I need to pack?

In terms of clothes, Derby (at least the style we'll do it in) is definitely a casual weekend - the real start of summer. There are a couple bars in one nightlife area that might have an issue if you aren't wearing shoes (and admittedly, with the number of people there I would recommend shoes), but this is definitely not the place for blazers and Vegas-like clubbing wear. Bring on the popped collars and khaki shorts, just like the rest of the southern college kids!For race day, I do recommend bringing a light rain jacket of some kind in case we get cool and/or sprinkly weather; if the forecast is for rain, it will still probably be warm but it will be VERY sloppy, to the point that it doesn't even make sense to bring a jacket, only clothes that you can leave in Kentucky. And of course don't forget your fancy hat with all the flowers that you spent a few hundred dollars on and brought in a hat box all the way from Californie.

How do we get into the race? Where will we sit?

Unlike the landed gentry who will be occupying the grandstands, we'll be in the heart of all drunken action - the infield. All we have to do is pay $40 cash at the gate, get strip-searched, and we're in; there are no assigned seats - it's first come, first served. As long as we get to the track by noon we should be able to find a spot - obviously the earlier we get there, the better our spot will be. And the place to be every year is the 3rd turn, the notoriously non-family friendly section. We'll claim our spot by throwing down a tarp (purchased as part of the Indianapolis-Louisville Cannonball Run on Thursday afternoon). If we're lucky we'll be sandwiched between a beer cart and a bachelorette party. Even with admission to the infield, we can still walk around the grandstand area, head to the betting windows, see the horses pre-race, etc. The key is to get there and claim a spot with our tarp so we can be free to wander as needed. There are 11 races on Derby day, the Derby is the tenth race.

What else are we going to do other than go to the Derby?

Derby weekend is a big-ass party. Bring your drinking shoes, drinking hat, whatever else you need to subsist on a liquid diet for 3 days. Of course most of the big partying is done in the evening, so that leaves Friday daytime to whatever sounds interesting - Waffle House, Louisville Slugger museum, the pre-Derby race known as the Kentucky Oaks, minor league baseball (Reds' AAA), the local Wal-Mart (very entertaining), and if we're really lucky like we were that one year, a barefoot & pregnant stripper eating a single BBQ rib with her bare hands (while asking for a lap dance) - now if that doesn't get you fired up, I don't know what will.

What is the biggest pain in the ass about Derby weekend?

Definitely transportation. Taxis are in very short supply, in fact many enterprising Louisville-ians just drive around in minivans and offer rides for $20, $40, whatever; I'm sure we'll have the pleasure of that experience at least once. The good news is, getting between the track and our hotel is very easy, buses to the track leave from across the street. It's just getting back and forth between the hotel & the nightlife spots that can be challenging (assuming said nightlife spots do not include the RVs parked in the vicinity of the track).

And, in honor of one of history's greatest toddortommy all-stars, here's a quick pic from Derby past: