Rocktober

With the recent bout of laziness on our parts, I thought I’d try to get the ball rolling and sum up the end of October. This is a more difficult task than I envisioned when I came up with the idea a mere 15 minutes ago in line getting food at our lovely Café 300. On back-to-back evenings we closed out four bars in Halloween fashion. Memories are grim, but I’m willing to bet I won’t return to any of these new establishments in the near future. One place I cannot wait to return to though is Late Night Thai, what an amazing concept. You open a joint right at the hub of Belmont/Ashland and cater the drunken masses only between the hours of 9PM and 3AM. Bravo Thailand.

Halloween Eve marked the return to guys night out. After a brief hiatus, the crew of Selfy, Chuck, Broseph, Eickhoff and the newly appointed Chicago Chapter member, Morris, met us to make up for lost time. The evening started at a solid dive bar that goes by the name of the Side Street Saloon, #151. We’ve tried to visit the saloon a couple times in the past, but for whatever reason when we came by, it was closed. I have suspicion in coming here because the last time we walked by, we saw a sticker in the window of Cubs cartoon character urinating on the Sox logo. A couple of us in the crowd had a Bud Light Golden Wheat as a taste test. If I had to guess who, my money would be on Chuck and Sefly, the lovers of the nastiest beer on earth – Coors Light. We don’t stay long as we have tickets to catch ‘Bye Bye Liver’ at Fizz. The drinking game/play is what we expected, even with Eickoff getting called out for not knowing the song in “name that tune.” Most of the excitement happens after the play when a chick dressed as Wonder Women tries her damndest to make an in with our group. As Derek would say, she’s looking to go to pound town. She never did find this pound town, even though Morris led her on a wild goose chase that comprised of many drinks (for himself, and others in our group) at her expense, constant badgering and teasing, and even a free cab ride home that left her as puzzled as Brent training for a marathon in the back of the cab. The quote of the night: “Who are you here with?”

In the middle of this excitement, we also visited The Shire, #152 along the way. Kyle randomly meets up with some friends as we listen to the smooth jazz sound of one of my high school track teammates playing the sax in a group that sounds remarkably similar to Jamiroquai. The evening concluded with the previously mentioned Late Night Thai. Amazing.

Halloween afternoon started with some pre-gaming at our place. A group of us walked on down to Boytown with our book bags full of street booze to consume as we watched the Halloween parade go down Halsted. Many amazing and maybe inappropriate costumes were there for the showing. Maybe one day we’ll see some of the pictures from Derek, who seems to bring his camera to all gatherings we have in Boystown. After Annie shows up I finish my bottle of sangria, Kyle downs an extra beer, and we head to the L&L with Baumer’s crew. After a few here we head to some new bars. We visit Jacqueline’s, #153 and Rocks Lakeview, #154 amidst a few house parties (one’s we were invited to, and one’s we crashed IU style) and a blurry/unknown bar we randomly ran into Costello at. From this, I only remember a really obnoxious Iowa fan (go figure), the 3 Amigo’s dancing, a really old dog named Roy, drinking jungle juice, and seeing Tobias Funke on my stumble home. Kyle tops this by walking in to Trader Todd’s and immediately sings ‘Hero’ in his Enrique costume. Awesome.

That was 20 minutes well spent, back to running correlations.