Friday, July 06, 2018

Jason Derulo at the Arch

Now that the Arch is finished all of the free summer concerts have moved back here from their temporary home in Forest Park. The big show this year was Jason Derulo.


Here he is singing his own name a few times.








While we could hear the music we didn't have a great view, so we used it as an opportunity to take a lot of Arch selfies.














There were fireworks at the end. Can't really ever have enough Arch fireworks, now can you?


















Later we went to a couple of bars and I was badly beaten at foosball by some random.

Wednesday, July 04, 2018

Fourth of July Fireworks at the Arch

The seemingly-forever renovation of the Arch was completed right around the 4th of July, so heading over there for some fireworks was a genius plan.


Trust is one of my favorite bars downtown. It's situated in an opulent 1896 bank building. To the out of town observer though it's probably easily overlooked, so they did a little sprucing up for the Fourth.




It was so hot that everyone was attempting to squish themselves into the arch's shadow.


We popped into the brand new, mercifully air conditioned, museum under the Arch to see what's new. I had hoped they would keep around one or two of the hideous mannequins from the old museum but no dice.








Now that's a lotta potties!






The next day the alley behind our apartment looked like China threw up.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Broke a Guinness World Record with Budweiser

Today we took Lydia's parents to the Budweiser Big Sizzle which was the brewery's attempt to break the "Guinness World Records™ Title for Most People Grilling Simultaneously".


The day before the festivities I was already getting excited because they'd already set up all of the grills. This is the view from the copy machine room on my floor.




After waiting in line a while I just cut the line and told them I work there and we got to go ahead. I'm bad.


That cardboard Budweiser cowboy hat we bought on our trip to see the baby Clydesdales at A-B's Warm Springs Ranch came in handy.



It was so crazy hot out anyway in the the middle of a parking lot with no shade, then we lit up ~600 grills all at once. I think we were also going for the unofficial record of Most Simultaneous Heat Stroke Victims.


Each grilling station had a nice pile of swag including some Bud BBQ sauce and a Bud apron.






The organizers were wisely stressing the simultaneous nature of the record we were trying to break, so each part of the process of grilling the one burger we'd been rationed was carefully choreographed.




I did a good job.


When the Guinness official proclaimed we'd broken the record all hell broke loose.




The whole thing was like if a Budweiser commercial had come to life.


At the end it was announced that anyone who wanted to could take their grills home could and so a stampede of people dragging their still steaming grills down the street began. 

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Pride Parade Bud Light Float

I'm a parade person. I had fun at the St. Louis St. Patrick's and Mardi Gras parades. I also did that one weird one in Japan where I dressed up like a samurai... Anyway when I heard Anheuser-Busch was sponsoring a float in the St. Louis PrideFest Parade I was all about it.


A day or two before the parade we got our parade supplies at the office. There was lots of swag to be had.




On parade day I suited up and walked to the parade staging site. Parades being downtown all the time is a lot less annoying when you are participating in them.


There was a lot of pre-parade moving of boxes. I don't know why they gave me a bunch of beads that I took home, then brought back to the parade where there were tons of boxes of beads. Oh well.




The main "float" vehicle was sort of like an armored personnel carrier with a giant sound system inside.


Honk honk.










I tried to prepare by taking a lot of beads out their bags and draping them on my arms. I was rewarded by my sweat mixing with the dye on the beads which then stained my arms blue. Fun.








Whipping beads at screaming strangers never gets old.