Saturate, fill me up; Liquidate, empty my cup

Just a few notes from our brief Saturday mid-afternoon 2-bar-crawl before I take off for 4 days in Boston.
Our discussion at Clark Street Bar involved some mathematical heavy lifting. We wondered if after the shared numbers of 2, 3 & 5 would the Prime Numbers ever again pass the Fibonacci Sequence? My guess is no...just through 9 digits Prime Numbers are only up to 23, while Fibonacci has already reached 89. The 1,000th Prime Number is something like 7,179, and at this point Fibonacci has reached a number with more digits than my excel spreadsheet at work was willing to display, no matter how wide I stretched the column and how small of a font I used. So theoretically I suppose it's possible that Prime's could eventually catch up, but it'd be pretty difficult and I'm sure the Prime Numbers that reach that far haven't yet been discovered.

Our other discussion while at Clark St? On the Sox broadcast they mentioned Bartolo Colon was the 7th winningest active pitcher in the bigs. So who were the top six? Thanks to a text from Trivia Wunderkind, Vh1 World Series of Pop Culture Champion, and pop culture blog Intensities in Ten Suburbs author Andrew we now know.
#1 - Tom Glavine (although he has since hinted at retirement)
#2 - The Big Unit
#3 - Jamie Moyer
#4 - Andy Petite
#5 - John Smoltz
#6 - Tim Wakefield
#7 - Bartolo the fat toad
Pedro, when he eventually signs, will enter the list behind Petite.

While watching the Duke-UV Lacrosse game at Kirkwood we noted their field could use the assistance of The Sodfather Roger Bossard.

Adam texts us (from 10 feet away), "There's A Dream And I Live It". Rick and I both shake our heads in disagreement.

During one of the televised horse races Rick goes with Poltergeist and I choose Danger2Society. Winner gets $1. After running in 3rd most of the race, D2S drops to last and Rick pockets a buck.

Adam, before we left: "If the Pickup Artist were here right now would he be disappointed in us?" Only with you, Adam. Only with you.

As mentioned up-post and in Rick's most recent writings, we're headed to Boston for 4 days to cheer on a few of our friends in the Boston Marathon and to generally cause trouble. A full report will follow.

Recent audio addictions:
We Were Promised Jetpacks - "Quiet Little Voices" (Thanks Bill)
The new Thermals Album - Now We Can See (they're playing The Bottom Lounge on 4/29.

Like a kitten versus rain.

We Were Born to Sin

The prior weekend was a quiet one for us, but we did tackle 2 more bars in the neighborhood. Saturday started off at Clark Street Bar where we enjoyed our overpriced hot dog and fries, and extremely cheap pitcher of 312 while watching our White Sox take on the Twinkies. I guess you can consider this a dive bar/dive eatery all in one. It’s no Hoagie Hut though, which we were truly spoiled by when we resided at the 907. The Hoagie Hut was pretty much our go to hangover joint. We have yet to find one of these places in our new neighborhood; The Bagel had a good run, but ever since Intelligentsia increased the price of their coffee by 50%, my rendezvous down to Broadway has been limited.

After watching a couple innings of the game, we headed down Wellington to meet up with Adam, Sonny and Jorge (amongst many others in their posse) at Kirkwood. They claimed they were there to watch the Masters, but it seemed to us they were more preoccupied with the surroundings of the bar (especially Adam who was trying his hardest to bring out his ‘A’ game). We stayed through the end of the Sox game and progressed our beer intake by enjoying a couple Fat Tires and then finally a Delerium Nocturnum. I am pretty sure this is the earliest in the day I have ever had a Delerium – needless to say, I had a solid buzz going for a couple hours even though I was sans drinking. There were also a handful of idiots within Kirkwood, which I guess is expected on a Saturday afternoon. One especially that sticks out was sitting at the table with Adam. He got to be known as “Sunglass Dude” since he kept his shades on while he was INSIDE the bar the whole time. Seriously why do people do this, I don’t get it? What is even worse are visors, do dudes still wear those? If they do, they should be stoned (like in Biblical times, not with a joint). Anyway, Sunglass Dude is the epitome of Wrigleyville/LP d-bag. I hope he’s reading this (as we gave him a business card) so he can straighten his life together, you can thank us later SD. Adam claimed he wasn’t his friend, but a friend-of-a-friend. Okay Adam, okay. The biggest chuckle of my day came when Jorge was looking at the beer menu and told me how much he enjoyed Kalibur. I debated if I should tell him or not that a Kalibur is a N/A beer. He’ll learn someday.

Kyle and I split ways after this, I met with Annie and we dominated some damn good BBQ at Smoque. Kyle went to a beer tasting and eventually down to Guthrie’s to play some Battleship and Connect Four. We planned on meeting them at Guthries, but it took us a good 2 hours to get home from Smoque because the Addison bus apparently doesn’t run after 8 and there no cabs in sight. So we relied on the CTA and ended up taking 3 buses to get back to her place (Pulaski to Belmont to Halsted). At this point we were beat and bailed on Kyle. I do look forward to Guthries in the near future and taking down my opponent in Scrabble.

On Sunday we headed down to Bridgeport for the White Sox game. So far we’ve been to 2 of the 6 games and my goal is to go to 1 game of every home series. We’re well on pace. We’ll be MIA next weekend as EBONY is heading out to Boston to cheer on our peeps in the Boston Marathon (and celebrate afterwards). Keep your eyes pealed though as we’ll keep the blog rolling with our exploits in Beantown. Peace.