Chicago, Part I...

.... first off, let me just say that my Chicago adventure was broken into two distinct episodes... Monday night/Tuesday morning where Matty and I hit the town... and Tuesday night/Wednesday morning where we hooked up with some great bloggers for dinner and drinks.... as such, I shall dedicate two separate posts to my sojourn... why?... well, because the tales are too long to include in one post....

... that being said, due to National Security issues, the whole sordid tale of Matt and I on the town will be slightly sanitized to protect us... however, I will say this... either he, or myself are destined for great things... perhaps curing cancer... foiling terrorists... or something equally heroic.. verily... Divine Providence is the only answer to how we survived... God must surely be keeping us safe for a reason...

... airport... Navy Pier... beer & a chicken sandwich... swapping Search and Rescue stories... sunshine and sunglasses.. an Irish pub.. friendly locals... 4pm... more pubs.. name-dropping begins... Matty knows everyone... another Irish pub... dinner at Indian restaurant... Vietnamese bar.. Le Colonial.. gorgeous bartender and waitress... (thank you, Ladies)... more name dropping.. "aawwww... what a nice Southern accent".... "you don't know the half of it, baby"... double Taliskers on the rocks... again... and again... 11pm.. taxi... Irish pub.... South Side.. WTF... flattened tires... unfriendly locals at 4am... two inebriated palefaces... a recipe for disaster... circle the wagons.. abandoned vehicles... escape and evasion... scars, cars, and sixty bucks... phone calls neither of us remember making... Indian Country, part II... taxi... escape...

... break to morning....

... 10am.... slamming water from a children's sippy cup.. hey, it was all I could find... Matt writes this... where's the car?... is there a car?... trouble.. big time.. search begins... Indian Country at noon.. frantic search... topographical landmarks... Cook County Jail.. drunken memories.. gravel parking lot... success... amazement... disbelief... wrecker.. tow truck.. too surreal for words... time to meet the bloggers... holy shit...

... ok, now... you, gentle rubbernecker, can take or leave the random words above as you wish... the whole story is saved for face-to-face meetings... there is simply no way in HELL that I can do the story justice in a written media... however, I can tell you this... adventures such as Monday night & Tuesday morning are the things of which Legends are made... yea, verily... the luck of the Irish.. and the luck of the Redhead is not to be underestimated...

by Eric on March 31, 2005 | Bullshit (9) | Drinking
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Well, your description is certainly accurate.

Especially, the second paragraph - there isn't a logical explanation for us not being dead or in jail. And that's not an exageration.

I still think we should have called Rob, though.

Bullshitted by Blackfive on March 31, 2005 01:42 PM

Okay Eric - I've heard you tell this story in person... I'm laughing til I'm crying again.

Bullshitted by Teresa on March 31, 2005 02:21 PM

Phone calls indeed. I finally gave up actually trying to communicate, put the Missus on the phone to talk to "Mr. Five" (she kept calling him Mr. Five. It was a riot) and then I went back to bed.

Glad you guys are alive.

Bullshitted by bitterman on March 31, 2005 02:52 PM

I love the way you live life to the fullest, my friend :) Glad you are ok!

Bullshitted by Sheilah on March 31, 2005 03:19 PM

Slamming water from a children's sippy cup. heh heh heh

Bullshitted by Boudicca on March 31, 2005 03:49 PM

You....are.....my......hero. ;-)

Bullshitted by Tammi on March 31, 2005 04:53 PM

You gotta admit, Chicago has some great Irish pubs!

Bullshitted by Kathianne on March 31, 2005 06:47 PM

Oddly enough, this is VERBATIM how Eric told the story Tuesday night :-)

Bullshitted by Harvey on April 1, 2005 12:04 AM

Poor Matt. Didn't anyone warn him about what happens when you feed the Straight and White scotch after midnight?

Bullshitted by Key on April 1, 2005 02:20 PM