8 down, 160 to go

this is the midnight abridged version. we called our partner in crime in Hall to meet us at the Schoolyard Tap for the inaugural drink. after a packed house of pub crawlers we ditched this popsicle stand and ran into Baum and his buddy and proceeded to knock a couple bars out - Southport Lanes, Lange's, and our always favorite Newport Bar & Grill (minus Ugly Betty to Hall's avail). to our surprise, the pub crawlers seemed to follow us (including an old man who smelled like sausages), so we had to ditch that route and hit up one of our favorite chill places in the Gingerman. as usual, the place was dead, but with an amazing set of LCD Soundsystem, Ryan Adams (Hall's gay lover), and the Shout Out Louds on the Juke-box. Baumer was getting bored, so headed out after a Newcastle and sadly went to Casey Morans (we had to go at somepoint). at this point we needed to ditch the Wrigleyville vibe, so we tried our best and crossed the street to the Irish Oak. after an hour of waiting for the magical wings and downing Carlsburg, we headed for our final destination of the Darkhorse. here we watched Kyle watch his Colts blow a lead late in the 4th quarter and drown his sorrows in a couple Miller Lites and quote, "Let's gets surly right now and go dancing!". Hall and I thought Kyle was going to break some guys head, so in a wise decision, we decided to bail and call it a night. overall, not bad for the inaugural evening - 8 bars down and plenty to go.