Parrots That Talk

This title makes no sense, please disregard it.

The Schoolyard (named due to it's location, on School Street) has a promotion called "Riding The Rail", if you drink 12 different drafts and get your list checked off at the bar you get a t-shirt. If I ran a bar and had a promo like that I'd probably have to kick a lot of people out. School Street, School Street, home of the brave.

They also have a framed painting of Elvis above their fireplace, which led to the discussion of what icon you would put above your fireplace. answer: Gilbert Arenas

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Theoretically we should have bowled while at Southport Lanes, because that's what you do there. Unfortunately there's a long wait for one of the 2 lanes and there always seems to be a family of 9 with several small children occupying the place. Also, a previous outing to Southport featured the "worst billiards game of all-time", so that place will forever be cursed in terms of bar skill contests. Their menu is the same as the one at The Daily in Lincoln Square (and probably a few other places). The Honeymooner is delicious.

While at the Newport an older man with graying hair missed his stool when he attempted to seat himself and ended up on the floor. Several people laughed, much to the dismay and anger of the girl with him. We never could decide if she was his daughter or girlfriend.

I didn't know Lange's existed until last night. Baumer purchased a raffle ticket for one of those must-be-present-to-win drawings. We had zero intention of attending the raffle drawing and he knew this, which is why you should always have pretty girls selling the tickets.

The Gingerman probably has one of the 5 best jukeboxes in the city of chicago.

Unrelated to anything: I wonder if the dry cleaners are disgusted with me when i stop in wearing torn jeans.

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.