Erik's Epics: Fall 2004, The Trip To Maker's Mark

epicLong narrative poem employing elevated language and telling of the deeds of a legendary or historical hero. Epics often involve complex sequences of adventures as well as an underlying philosophical understanding of human actions, choices, fate, and the course of events.

Every so often, mankind is forced to deal with a set of circumstances so large, so important, so laden with digital pictures that he has no choice but to create a special blog page to contain it all. The word for this is epic, and these things happen to our own Erik Martin every four months or so. As such, he is forced to try and describe these events as only he can, in a new quarterly feature called "Erik's Epics."

Before, in the Spring/Summer of 2004, Erik's Epic was the Competetive Mustache Growth. In case you haven't, go back and read the trials and struggles of men growing facial hair with a level of determination that could only be described as heroic.

Now, Fall 2004, brings you a new level of epicness that will test all the members of the staff:

The Trip to Maker's Mark


9 thoughts on “Erik's Epics: Fall 2004, The Trip To Maker's Mark”

  • Bitch, we went like 3 miles down the wrong road. And it wasn't even the wrong road. It went right to the interstate. But we didn't know that until we received Cooter's guidance.

  • Concepts of the correct or incorrect road are far to pedestrian to discribe what happened on said trip between the time we got off the freeway in Kentucky until the time that we got back on. The mention of it, was mostly meant to bring up the fact that you catagorically stated that "It would be okay." which was based upon pretty much nothing. On the plus side, had we not gone down that road we would never have know that somewhere in the world there was a 9/11 review and street faire occuring. Good times.

  • I have to admit. I am impressed.
    First, that you all actually went.
    Second, that driving around in rural Kentucky in a red Mustang didn't get you strung up.
    Third, you actually dipped your own bottle of Maker's Mark.

    This means, of course, that I plan on reading about a trip to Wisconsin's Northern Woods for a refreshing taste of Rhinelander.

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