Showing posts with label Trader Todd's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trader Todd's. Show all posts
Friday, March 27, 2009
It is quite possible we are too awesome
As the 907, we traded in our keyboards and MacBooks for microphones and charisma.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
You Dress Up For Armageddon
The doubleshot of Pi day & St Pats deserves a somewhat live blog from AliveOne (several days late)
1:55 Kyle is the first person at the bar. I fear these troubled economic days we live in will impact Chicago's st pats celebration. Thankfully my worries are not met.
2:30 One Great Lakes Irish Ale down...the bar is slowly filling up with spill from other locales, and the full trolleys from the parade are beginning to return to the neighborhood.
2:43 4 people, too drunk to stand, are denied entry into aliveOne. Everyone in the vicinity of the doorway has a good laugh.
3:04 Tim & Annie arrive!
3:10 Annie, to Tim, "I've never thought that you were NOT a jackass."
3:27 Ricky, fresh off a subdued brunch, arrives ready to wreck house.
3:38 ChaCha confirms the movie Kramer saw with a woman in a coma was "The Other Side Of Darkness"
4:13 Somehow Rick materializes a muffin and begins to eat it.
4:21 In reference to the 'bro' at the bar and his friends, one of us says, "those guys all look like rapists"
4:25 We place $1 bets on who will be next to arrive -- Selfy, Kari, Eickhoff or Joe. Knowing Joe will be arriving with the perpetually late Jamie, only Annie chooses Joe. Of course...
4:37 Annie wins $3
4:47 Costello & Crew show up. I think about ordering 4 waters for them, but decide only one of them really needs it.
5:26 quote Eickhoff, "Everytime my friend Matt took a shot his nipples would get hard." We're all afraid to ask.
5:35 Lewis Black has a bit about brain aneurysms happening when you overhear something that makes no sense, it rattles around in your head until you give up making heads or tails of it and your brain simply explodes. His example, "If it hadn't been for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college." Not quite as good as his line, but we overhear the end of a drunk conversation concluding with, "..., Sarah Palin, and then you."
After aliveOne, we get 2 pizzas to go from Eduardo's, play Tetris at the apartment, hit up Baby Atlas for a bit (we'll be back here again, giving this bar the full treatment it deserves). Then it's off to Trader Todd's.
One of the original ideas of EBONY was to participate in whatever a specific bar is known for. In this case, as is also referenced in Rick's post below, Trader Todd's has karaoke. Because I can't seem to convince any of my musically inclined friends to start a Hives cover-band with me, I have to settle for the Karaoke version. Rick and I give that place a stomping they've never seen before.
Later, I perform my interpretation of Spingsteen's "Secret Garden", which no one but me seems to enjoy (as evidenced by the loud boos I receive for the duration of this song). Afterwards the DJ lectures the audience about being a bad crowd. Suckers!
Rick mentions this below, but there really is a video of our Hives show. Whenever our friends from Seattle send it to us we'll have it up here.
1:55 Kyle is the first person at the bar. I fear these troubled economic days we live in will impact Chicago's st pats celebration. Thankfully my worries are not met.
2:30 One Great Lakes Irish Ale down...the bar is slowly filling up with spill from other locales, and the full trolleys from the parade are beginning to return to the neighborhood.
2:43 4 people, too drunk to stand, are denied entry into aliveOne. Everyone in the vicinity of the doorway has a good laugh.
3:04 Tim & Annie arrive!
3:10 Annie, to Tim, "I've never thought that you were NOT a jackass."
3:27 Ricky, fresh off a subdued brunch, arrives ready to wreck house.
3:38 ChaCha confirms the movie Kramer saw with a woman in a coma was "The Other Side Of Darkness"
4:13 Somehow Rick materializes a muffin and begins to eat it.
4:21 In reference to the 'bro' at the bar and his friends, one of us says, "those guys all look like rapists"
4:25 We place $1 bets on who will be next to arrive -- Selfy, Kari, Eickhoff or Joe. Knowing Joe will be arriving with the perpetually late Jamie, only Annie chooses Joe. Of course...
4:37 Annie wins $3
4:47 Costello & Crew show up. I think about ordering 4 waters for them, but decide only one of them really needs it.
5:26 quote Eickhoff, "Everytime my friend Matt took a shot his nipples would get hard." We're all afraid to ask.
5:35 Lewis Black has a bit about brain aneurysms happening when you overhear something that makes no sense, it rattles around in your head until you give up making heads or tails of it and your brain simply explodes. His example, "If it hadn't been for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college." Not quite as good as his line, but we overhear the end of a drunk conversation concluding with, "..., Sarah Palin, and then you."
After aliveOne, we get 2 pizzas to go from Eduardo's, play Tetris at the apartment, hit up Baby Atlas for a bit (we'll be back here again, giving this bar the full treatment it deserves). Then it's off to Trader Todd's.
One of the original ideas of EBONY was to participate in whatever a specific bar is known for. In this case, as is also referenced in Rick's post below, Trader Todd's has karaoke. Because I can't seem to convince any of my musically inclined friends to start a Hives cover-band with me, I have to settle for the Karaoke version. Rick and I give that place a stomping they've never seen before.
Later, I perform my interpretation of Spingsteen's "Secret Garden", which no one but me seems to enjoy (as evidenced by the loud boos I receive for the duration of this song). Afterwards the DJ lectures the audience about being a bad crowd. Suckers!
Rick mentions this below, but there really is a video of our Hives show. Whenever our friends from Seattle send it to us we'll have it up here.
Cities of Emerald
Since my memory is foggy and left my notebook at home for our Chicago St. Patrick's day of afternoon boozing, I'll leave the full recap to Kyle. Basically we (and by we, Kyle gets the most credit for showing up an hour before me) opened up AliveOne and nearly shut it down. AliveOne is perfect on St. Paddie's day as it is practically right at the corner of Little Dublin at Diversey and Halsted, which is home to such Irish establishments as Durkins, Harrigans, Trinity, and Hidden Shamrock. We purposely avoid these places on this greatest of holidays and rely on the people watching of fights, break-ups, throwing up, and passing out. A large contingent of Chuck, Annie, Costello and his extremely inebriated posse, Selfy and his sister, and Carrie join us here. This led to too much to describe. The highlight of the EBONY team this evening was hitting up Trader Todd's (after we stopped at Matilda and Baby Atlas) and eventually getting to do a duet of "Hate to Say I Told You So" by The Hives. Kyle and I perfect our Howlin' Pelle impersonations and dominated the crowd. Fortunately we were able to document this on video in which will post here shortly. Kyle on his Hives high, tried to bring back the thunder by singing "Secret Garden" and he was eventually boo'ed off stage.
For a new game today, lets play guess who sent the text message on the all day drinking fest known as St. Patrick's day. The eligible pool is me, Franzen, Hall, Adam, and Costello:"dude. at most a move of human sacrifice"
'YinZ at alive one?"
"Shrimp fried rice...shrimp fried rice. moo shu pork...mo sho pork"
"Fuck you coich"
"You're mom"
"Roscoe village//-/cal you if rleabe i"
"Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
"Still. Come out axl rose"
"Blow a penises"
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