- Drinking lots of beer and shots at the Beer Bistro. (Thanks McD!)
- As soon as we got a table next to a bunch of hot chicks at Sheffield’s, they got up and moved to our old table.
- Four Shadows – the worst bar in Chicago. No beers with flavor - really? Not even Sierra Nevada???
- Rooster and his little brother.
- Drizz killing a drive 315 yards up the middle.
- 3 birdies, 4 pars.
- That last one was a lie.
- Smoking cigars, drinking scotch at my local cigar shop with the Rooster
- Hitting the Boxer with the Rooster at 2am Friday.
- StB letting us into the building in his boxers.
- Not puking.
- Potee at the Publican.
- And yes, Bracelet, that was the same sausage. No homo.
- Oysters at the Publican.
- Marrow thieves.
- Some awkwardness at the Publican with the Bracelet bros playing jokes on each other.
- The Publican manager calling me the next day to make sure I knew we were still welcome there. Whew.
- Strange, gay, dancing with Rooster and Grubby on Friday night.
- Watching Drizz dance and play the part of Rooster’s wingman on Saturday night.
- Chad’s friends sleeping under 3 towels each.
- I had sleeping bags in a duffle bag.
- CJ catching the entire game because it was delayed.
- Walking into a window after closing the adjoining open door.
- Maigrey, the wingwoman.
- @whatisgamblingbluespickupline
- Shots of Patron XO café at the lesbo bar
- One of Chadarama’s friends hugged me. Twice.
- Forgot to wear the Cubs luchador mask, but did rock the baseball pants and a "Drunk Chicks Dig Me" shirt. They’re Ronny Cedeno’s dammit!
- Yeah, I still got it.
# posted by donkeypuncher : Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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