This Being Dave



Its been a while since my last "this being ___" segment. Actually, its been a while since my first post of the sort. I'm going to try to get this feature going again. Anyway, this being Dave. We met back at college and after he realized that a cool person could actually come out of suburban Milwaukee, we became pretty tight. Whether it be a wingman, a beat box, or a partner for a spontaneous jam session about tits, Dave was the guy. We roomed together in the roach infested apartment on West Washington Ave. and haven't been as tight since. But it's okay....that doesn't diminish the value of the mayhem that went on between 1997 and 1999. We moved on and I find myself in the metropolis, while Dave got married (happy anniversary, steeles) and is happily livin' the life in his beloved Milwaukee. This post is for you, dawg.

Why did I come up to post this today? Well, I was burning a CD for Jake and titled the CD "Funk: Spraining Dave Steele's Ankles Since 1997." That's exactly what happened one night. We used to party quite a bit in a basement one-bedroom apartment affectionately known as "Vince and Jeff's." Anyway, early that school year, I was a pretty outgoing dude and didn't think twice about approaching a girl. Part of that can be attributed to cheap beer...but the rest can be attributed to Funk Power 1970. At Vince and Jeff's, I'd bring the CD along and somewhere in the night, we'd put it on and both of us would be dancing on air with the closest lady we could find. It didn't matter what shape we were in. Anyway, one night was progressing as described and around track 4, he crumpled to the ground. He got back up and realized that he sprained his ankle. I remember I was "busting game" heavily on some girl that night, but I decided to limp Dave back to the bust stop so he could catch the drunk bus back to the lakeshore. We were pretty hammered during that walk and all he could say was: "dude...you totally left your game with that girl..." over and over again. Team playas...that was my mantra then....then again, it still is. Other adventures included:

- Getting the idea to tag the walls in the stairwells of our dorm.
- Us stealing a sign that directed sports fans to a parking lot, getting caught, then Dave running down the street and into an underage drinking ticket three months before his twenty-first.
- At some party, some dude really wanted to kick my ass...Dave noticed this but didn't tell me about it...for a year...I guess I was totally unaware of the situation at the time.
- The time he thought carbon monoxide was abundant in our apartment.
- Both of us hitting on that girl who worked at Temple Garden and getting absolutely nowhere with her.
- Having the tap stolen from us during our party in the Spring of '98. (and I wished those dudes a good night, too)
- Talking about how to shield ourselves from news cameras in as many cultures and we could mock.
- Him excited to eat a Quiche...me telling him that word on the street was that real men don't eat quiche...him throwing it away ten minutes and three bites later.

....well, I could go on and on....all you need to know is that this is Dave.

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