The Wreck of the Eleanor Roosevelt

Some Friday night mayhem as we're joined by Leroy, Eickhoff & Mitch. As usual when this crew gets together things have a tendancy to spiral wildly out of control. The plan is to hit up Parrots, then head down towards Diversey and knock Matisse, Firkin & Pheasant, and others off the list. The plan didn't exactly work.

We did hit up the basement bar Parrots, and as usual it's quiet and not busy at all. The NCAA games are on, there's 2 guys playing the worst game of darts ever, and Eickhoff invents some billards game that all 5 of us can play ("We all have 3 balls"). This game seems completely made up and we had to change the rules in order for it to actually end so we could leave this place prior to entering a deep depression. Eickhoff also tells us a story about the girl he once broke up with who then threw a book at him across the room. He had a Dubya-esque dodge as if she were throwing a shoe at him. We all guess what book it might've been, consensus is that it was probably The Lorax because that seems right up his alley.

So here's where the plan doesn't get put into action...we stop next at Jake's, one of our favorite bars in the area. Jake's is a bar that deserves it own night, so we stayed here the rest of the night listening to great music (New Pornographers, Art Brut, Pixies), laughing at Eickhoff's "Sweet hoppy hopps" singalong, and dangerously ordering rounds of drinks with increasingly higher alcohol content (Burning River, Delerium Tremens, Bells HopSlam!). The fabulous bartending team of Kristin & Joanna provide us with a round of shots, the night escalates. A desire not to lose my friendships prevents me from writing much else.

Eickhoff: Whats that other beer they have that's the name of a person? I hate that one.
Kyle: Who are you talking about?
Eickhoff: Great Lakes Brewing. I think it's Eleanor Roosevelt.
Kyle: Edmund Fitzgerald?
Eickhoff: Yeah, that one.

The photos from tonight are all terrible, so here's a picture of pre-Shamrock Shuffle misery.