taste's like beer and grape juice

April has been quite foolish to us as we've been slacking a bit. We tackled our tenth bar (well tenth inside the radius, we've been to at least an additional 7 outside) of the month which brings us well below the 15 per month quota we set for ourselves. Fortunately we started at a blistering pace that Jim Akita couldn't even hang with and so far have 76 crossed off the list. Once again the link to the right has the full list and now includes all the bars we've visited outside the mile radius as well - this total is approaching the 200 mark.

Saturday marked the only bar we tackled when Annie and us met up at Roadhouse 66 before the White Sox game. The Roadhouse is basically a Texas saloon on the tip of Wrigelyville. We were the only patrons in the bar and huddled in the corner watching the Penn Relays on ESPN. After a few minutes the bartender was nice enough to put the Penn Relays on all the TV's and have the sound for the meet going for us. I think he was quite puzzled as we were immersed watching each event and spouting names that unless you ran 4 years in college or are a complete running geek, you would be left completely clueless and puzzled. The highlight of the meet was the 75+ year old 100m. dash. Those old dudes could roll. The peak of this amazement was the old man in the full sweat suit and gloves in the 80 degree heat in lane 1. The greatest part of the Penn Relays every year is in the Steeplechase. The whole crowd gets in a chant of "Fall, Fall, Fall" at the water pit and somehow every year someone bites the dust, see the video below for this years fatality. After a couple Red Hook IPAs we headed down to Bridgeport for the Sox game.



We nearly froze our ass at Comiskey but were ultimately warmed in the later innings when Cuban nailed his 5th Grandslam of his short career which will hopefully propel him out of his sophomore slump. In his career he is 9 for 18 with bases loaded, and 5 HRs, those numbers are damn intimidating. Outside of the game itself we were ultimately entertained by the bachelorette party of 15 hammered girls sitting 3 rows in front of us. There were plenty of penis trinkets and obscenities to go around. I think they single handily kept the Jermaine Dye look-a-like Margarita vendor in business on the 35 degree evening. Also worth noting was the mother of the bride who was flat out passed out in her seat 75% of the game. Congratulations bride-to-be, you took 3 years off your mothers life. Speaking of margaritas, a dad with his family ordered one and immediately handed it his daughter. Kyle and I both think she looked 13, maybe 14 years old, but definitely under 16. She took one sip and replied "eww, it tastes like beer and grape juice." But 30 minutes later the cup was empty and she was dancing like a maniac between innings. EBONY is proud of you girl, you get to be the honorary member of the month.

Side note, as I'm watching The Hills (as we do every Monday night) my new favorite character is Sleazy T - nice name fool