It is always "just one"
One beer…that is what we had intended to have. Well, 6 hours and a rousing rendition of “Popular” from Wicked, later I finally made it home.
I met a friend from work at the Addison stop on Friday. Intending to give her the keys to her apt. and then head on home for a night in front of the TV. K asked me if I wanted to go get a beer and I thought “ahh, what can one beer hurt”. Well, as always proven, it is never just one beer. We picked up her husband at home and off we went to the Full Shilling in Wrigleyville.
I enjoyed it, it had the Pub/college bar feel and there weren’t many people inside. But, then again, it was 5:30 on a Friday so how many people should have been there? The thing that made me LOVE the Full Shilling was that they have “Table Tappers”. Literally 8 glasses of beer brought to your table in what looks like an actual Bong with a tap attached to the bottom of it. 8 glasses of Domestic beer for $15.00?! You can’t beat that with a stick, as Nick Yon used to say. We opted for PBR as that is my favorite…if you recall AHird, KKruise, JSchuldt and I are all card carrying members of the “PBRmeASAP” club. Anyway, 2 Blue Moons and 2 Table Tappers later we leave the Full Shilling hoping for a good time somewhere else. Trace was our next stop and as “club-y” as the outside looks, the inside is fairly chill. We drank a bit there and then decided that it was just plain time to go. We were all fairly drizunk and I was looking to get home.
I caught up with Brett and Joe at the Addison red-line stop where I am CERTAIN they enjoyed every minute of me being wee-diddly wasted and them being stone-cold sober. Brett convinced me to do a rendition of “Popular” (including dancing mind you) and I know that there were other people on the train platform watching me. I believe a long walk (and a very drunk dial to Erskine later…oh drunk dials to Erskine how I miss thee.) I was home and in bed…trashed. I woke up still drunk and I am sure that if a cop had pulled me over the next morning I would have gotten a DUI…there is no way that alcohol was out of my system.
Italian Phrase of the Post...let's go with lines from the actual song:
"I want to be pop-u-lar"
"Voglio essere pop-o-lare"
"Little ways to flirt and flouce"
"le piccole maniere al flirt e lo scatto"
I met a friend from work at the Addison stop on Friday. Intending to give her the keys to her apt. and then head on home for a night in front of the TV. K asked me if I wanted to go get a beer and I thought “ahh, what can one beer hurt”. Well, as always proven, it is never just one beer. We picked up her husband at home and off we went to the Full Shilling in Wrigleyville.
I enjoyed it, it had the Pub/college bar feel and there weren’t many people inside. But, then again, it was 5:30 on a Friday so how many people should have been there? The thing that made me LOVE the Full Shilling was that they have “Table Tappers”. Literally 8 glasses of beer brought to your table in what looks like an actual Bong with a tap attached to the bottom of it. 8 glasses of Domestic beer for $15.00?! You can’t beat that with a stick, as Nick Yon used to say. We opted for PBR as that is my favorite…if you recall AHird, KKruise, JSchuldt and I are all card carrying members of the “PBRmeASAP” club. Anyway, 2 Blue Moons and 2 Table Tappers later we leave the Full Shilling hoping for a good time somewhere else. Trace was our next stop and as “club-y” as the outside looks, the inside is fairly chill. We drank a bit there and then decided that it was just plain time to go. We were all fairly drizunk and I was looking to get home.
I caught up with Brett and Joe at the Addison red-line stop where I am CERTAIN they enjoyed every minute of me being wee-diddly wasted and them being stone-cold sober. Brett convinced me to do a rendition of “Popular” (including dancing mind you) and I know that there were other people on the train platform watching me. I believe a long walk (and a very drunk dial to Erskine later…oh drunk dials to Erskine how I miss thee.) I was home and in bed…trashed. I woke up still drunk and I am sure that if a cop had pulled me over the next morning I would have gotten a DUI…there is no way that alcohol was out of my system.
Italian Phrase of the Post...let's go with lines from the actual song:
"I want to be pop-u-lar"
"Voglio essere pop-o-lare"
"Little ways to flirt and flouce"
"le piccole maniere al flirt e lo scatto"
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