My impromptu (well thought out and debated) decision to go out on Saturday night was a good one. Although it started a bit rocky thanks to the dinner-party-from-hell Chris and I were seated next to at the random little sushi restaurant we chose.
We headed to our regular BYOB sushi place just up the block from us, but were told we wouldn't be seated for 45 minutes. At already 9:15 p.m. this just wasn't going to work. And sidenote: the thrill of BYOB restaurants still hasn't gotten old to me, best invention ever....
There was only one party in the other restaurant, so naturally we were seated right next to them. Let me give you a rundown as to what a dinner-party-from-hell consists of:
Overly wasted people.
Mixed group of guys and girls, both equally as dorky.
Most definitely didn't find alcohol until their late 20's.
and now they can't get enough of their Riesling and Fuzzy Navels.
Probably GDI's in college.
Or perhaps in one of those "houses" that didn't have a house.
Believed Chris and I were on our first date.
Played their own music at their table thanks to their Android.
Yes, people still use Androids I learned on Saturday.
The young man on the end ripped loud ass.
Over and over.
And everybody laughed.
Ripping ass at the dinner table is NEVER acceptable. It's as bad as doing it in an elevator. It's just disgusting. You might as well just belch in my wine glass and then fart in my purse.
Thanks to two bottles of wine and some good sushi rolls though, I managed to survive the dinner without getting into a fight. Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without Chris by my side to settle me down.
But it wasn't until after dinner when the fun really started at a house party a few blocks away. (I have so many friends now I get invited to house parties. nbd.) And by "I" I mean Chris has so many friends. But I had my own friends there as well. Like Neleigh. And Chris's friends who know me.
After I got into a debacle with some douche from Colorado, we decided it was time to move on. Just for the record, we're a little too old to "college fight." I'm just a little bit over the whole "my college is better than your college" talk. So yeah, say that shit to me and I might turn into a sarcastic bitch. Just another reason why I hate Colorado AKA "the school where rich children from out of state go because they think smoking pot in the mountains is like so tight and epic and trippy." Losers. Go smoke pot in a moldy basement like the rest of us.
The last stop of the night was the best. I probably shouldn't even be talking about it on here, but I will. We went to a good old fashioned speak easy.
Here's what I consider a speak easy in the 2012's:
A bar without a name.
Or a door, or sign, or anything at all that would let outsiders know what's really going on just a few floors above.
A bar that still allows smoking. Anything.
I hate smoking. But it's okay in a speak easy because it makes it that much more cool.
It's on the 5th floor of an unknown building.
It has a super hip band playing music I can't understand.
With a lead singer who is a 17 year old boy wearing a Duggar style dress.
Shit was weird.
But I was digging it.
I'm obsessed with secret bars now. I have a feeling there all over Chicago and I would have never known. But now I want to find them.
I'm going to keep my eye out for hipsters sneaking into back alleys. Or going through big steel doors. Or jumping down rabbit holes. Wherever there's a hipster there's a way...
