Drinking in Chicago

The combined birthday bash in Chicago two weekends ago was a fine time. Vince picked me up from the airport, and the party started before we even left Midway. Graeme made it in from KC, and Melanie made it back from Germany, and then we started drinking.

We met up with Graeme's new landlords and were treated to the kind of hospitality he is looking forward to experiencing on a regular basis as soon as he can set fire to all the bridges in KC. Vince and I were well prepared with a base that allowed us to hold our liquor the entire evening. Graeme didn't have the chance to take the same precautions. Luckily it rained harder in Chicago then it has been raining in Florida. The rain filled the streets and washed away all of the puke while leaving Graeme soaked through to the bone.

The next evening was the big party, and we were all careful to prepare ourselves for a long night of excess. Vince named tequilla as the shot of the evening; he must have had a dozen of 'em. I suspect I had about half that many to help wash down my many, many Budweisers.

Delilah's was packed with folks celebrating the birthdays and Graeme imminent return. A good time was had by all. The good times didn't end there. At 2 AM we picked up the party and headed to the Under Bar (I think that was the place's name) where we kept drinking until their last call somewhere around 5 AM. Then it was off to White Castle.

I had six sliders with cheese without onions. I probably could have eaten a dozen of them. My relative lack of intestinal discomfort in the morning is a testament to my good decision to hold at six.

I woke up in the morning sitting straight-up on Melanie's couch completely dressed with my feet squarely on the ground in front of me: a sure sign of a great night.

Jonathan 9/07/2004 04:44:00 PM