And Rock Chicago Did!
Holy crap! Last night’s meet-up was made of awesome! Yeah, it started a little (or maybe a lot) louder than I had expected… I apologize for that. But we still managed to have some awesome when audible conversations. Around 10pm, I asked the waitress if we could move the party to the beer garden where it was quieter and much easier to talk. Hopefully, that helped you all to consider forgiving me for the decible debacle.
People came from all around the world to be at Mahoney’s last night! We had gay people from Georgia, lawyers from New York, bearded fellows from Sweden, and pretty girls! Pretty, pretty girls! And I can’t even tell you how thrilled I was that we had way more people than I expected, especially since this was a last minute event! Thank you all for making the night fantastic!
A new meet-up record was set when I managed to not pull out any pictures of my boobs until after midnight!
Unfortunately, I had to leave before the party stopped rocking (my designated husband said he was soon going to be too tired to make the hour long trek home… party pooper!). But to illustrate how incredible this group was: as I was leaving, Peggy – who had just spent hours drinking PBR – got into a debate about string theory with some strange drunk guy who could barely walk… and who, if he remembers the encounter, will be buying a calendar.
I was a tad disappointed that no one won my mini psychic challenge for the evening.
The question was: Even though I had never been to the bar, and only heard of the bar for the first time last week, what was my link to the bar? (answer and photos after the jump)
The answer: I have the logo tattooed onto my back
The evening was a complete success! It was loud. It was drunk. It was hilarious and fun. It was chill. There was even candlelight for us to all stare skeptically into each others’ eyes.
Is a designated husband similar to a designated hitter in baseball? Well, the real husband is not up to his husbandly duties today, time to call in the designated husband off the bench.
Only one calendar sale? Come on push them harder. Make them pay for the night.
“Oh what a night”.
Next time do it in a beach so anyone too tired can just fall asleep on the sand.
I’d love da pictures to be tagged / captioned.
Okay, totally jealous I couldn’t make that party but very happy that the Chicago meet-ups are turning into such fun times. I hope you all keep it up!
Sorry to have missed it, I *will* make it to Chicago eventually, really.
How come you have the logo of a bar you had never been to and only heard of a week ago tattooed on your back?
My guess would be that the logo they have chosen has some other significance.
Will we ever know, or is this just part of the enigma that is Elyse?
Nice! (Though not much of an enigma, are you?)
No, not really. I’m a stay at home 30-ish suburban mom. I drive a Camry. I have 2 dogs. I ate a grilled cheese for lunch (but to make my week exciting I made it with spinach naan… whoa!)
However, I speak two languages when drunk, both broken. I can tell Rebecca what time it is very quickly using nothing but a cell phone. I cannot behave in the presence of vodka and Tang. And I do have a tattoo that is NSFW or basic cable.
Oh, and I throw the best damn meet-ups in Chicago.
FWIW, I did try to come, I just got lost (found myself on Milwaukee and Ogden instead of Grand and Ogden, with no map to tell me this was the case until I got back to my hotel room), and wandering around strange parts of Chicago at 11pm were not my idea of fun :-( (And, of course, I can’t seem to remember my WordPress password so hrm yeah.) Sounds like I missed a great time …
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