April 18th, 2011

     Freaky was leaving to start a new job, in a different city, four hours from home. We decided to hit our favorite pizza joint for some beers. After a few pitchers The Dude arrived with his lady, helping us down a few and proceed on our way. The lady ordered a gin and tonic, she's classy.Taking an alternate route to our favorite bar due to a few unmentionables that had happened this past weekend, we arrived, The Crew in tow. As we walked through the green door to heaven, pausing only to pull it shut, we are greeted by the greatest bartender in the history of bartenders. We order a round of drinks, miller high life, and sat in the booth across from the bar. The music sucks. I grab ten dollars and throw it in the jukebox. Beer goes down smoother with great music. ZZ-top starts the set and the extra-large drunk girl follows close behind with a rant we didn't give a shit about. Something about how can someone hit play next on every single song. I felt it was a great interjection to get the night rolling at a nice pace, she didn't. Freaky was wearing a Bulls jersey, he's a die hard Chicago guy. Some in dick started giving him shit for liking his hometown team. The guy called him out for not having passion, wrong move. Freaky ensued with the old one-two punch, singing the cubs pregame radio song written by Steve Goodman. I think its obvious to that guy that Freaky has passion, he walks away. The Dude had to work in the morning, so he and The Lady went home for the night. Freaky and The Dude thought it was going to be the last time they got to see one another. It was sad, still is sad, but we got to say goodbye this morning. The night kept rolling as it always does. Beer in, Beer out. Somehow we started talking about romance novels. You know, the ones that have all the sexy stuff in them. I don't know why or how, or even where that ended up. Our songs were played through, we were drunk and had to take a shot. Lemon drops, they were great. Yeah I know, two guys drinkin' chick shots. Freaky and I started playing pool, he kicked my ass twice as per usual in any table top game. Ping-Pong is always closer than pool. The bar closed, we left after closing our tabs. We were hungry, taco hell was closed and white castle was the only place open. They have shitty food, Freaky loves it. It was raining, my rain jacket was on my bike at the house. I was wet. Bargs red cream soda was the best part of the meal, how sad. The rain kept coming, we walked home. Wet, Drunk and cold we made it to sleep once again.