Every once in a while, the citizens of Little Detroit must return to the motherland to recharge their righteous batteries. As is his custom, PJ rented the beach house just over the Indiana border, and the unwashed and huddled masses made the pilgrimage up I-94.
The beach. Feel the sandy embrace.
Eventually, the sun retreats behind the clouds, and the crew retreats to the warmth of the grill.
Post-grillage, we head back to the beach and build a big-ass fire. On the most recent beer run, LC, BT, and T2G picked up what may have been the most fearsome twosome of beers ever consumed:
Jackhammer beer and (I shit you not)
Beer 30. Conspicuous consumption lead to the singing of "Bohemian Rhapsody."
The after effects of Jackhammer and Beer 30 are less than pleasant.
Little Detroit poses for a group shot before heading back to Chicago.
The beach. Feel the sandy embrace.
Eventually, the sun retreats behind the clouds, and the crew retreats to the warmth of the grill.
Post-grillage, we head back to the beach and build a big-ass fire. On the most recent beer run, LC, BT, and T2G picked up what may have been the most fearsome twosome of beers ever consumed: Jackhammer beer and (I shit you not) Beer 30. Conspicuous consumption lead to the singing of "Bohemian Rhapsody."
The after effects of Jackhammer and Beer 30 are less than pleasant.
Little Detroit poses for a group shot before heading back to Chicago.
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