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Saturday night, Dick Herculanum and I were rolling through Dundee on the way to crash a house gathering that Gilby was at. As we passed through the intersection of 50th and Underwood, Dick yelled out “Hey, its The Continental!” He then proceeded to jump out of the car — while it was moving, mind you — and chased him down.
Sure, the car was moving at a clip less than five miles per hour, but it was still crazy.
Suddenly, the six bottles of PBR we had purchased to take to the party were not enough. Instead of three apiece, we’d each get one bottle, and we’d have to fight over rights to the remaining two. However in the midst of driving around looking for the address Gilby had given me, we managed to end up just a block from Continental’s house. His wife got out, wished us a good time, and walked the block to their house. Meanwhile, the three of us headed out to the party.
Continental Frutiger organized a game of Ultimate on Sunday, and when he inquired last week whether I’d be interested or not, at first I was stumped as to what he was talking about.