I can ride a bike, it was just too tall.
A random night out at the bars in Chicago, as told by my Twitter feed.
When Twitter first came about I didn’t really get it. And when I got Twitter I didn’t really get it. And when I got Twitter I always said I would never be one of those people who stops everything they are doing to tweet about it…
But who are we kidding, right?
Friday night I went out with Emily (who I haven’t seen in forever and a half) and Heather to Bangers and Lace for a birthday party of two guys I don’t know. And here is my night, stolen from my cell phone photos and Twitter feed…
Off to Bangers and Lace and then probably ending my night at the Southern. Ah, I like nights when I feel like I have a life!
Going to order a japanese beer that supposedly tastes like orange juice…
Japanese owl beer!!
(Seriously, I kept seeing this beer with an owl on it and thinking it was cute, and then I randomly ordered a Japanese beer because it said it tasted like orange juice and it turned out to be the owl beer! I was so happy!)
Who orders that much pbr?
(Seriously, who orders that much PBR?)
Action shot: grilled cheese falling.
Stop the world. That was not jim halpert coming out of the bathroom.
Me and emily!
This would have been more artistic if my phone didn’t try to overexpose it
(I semi reexposed it in Photoshop.)
I don’t know this dude. Its his birthday
(at this point Emily headed with her friends to a house party and Heather and I headed to the Southern)
Heading to the Southern to pick up the hot bartender
(At this point Heather left and I sat alone at a table in the bar for a bit…)
The world needs my random semidrunken twitter babble, right?
Mmm, hot toddy
I now have a lukewarm toddy
My friend drew thew ducky!!!!
You’re leaving me in a dark alley by myself?
(“Yes I walked you all through Wicker Park to leave you alone in a well lit alley”)
M: look at the rating it has 5 stars! V: that’s the rating you gave it on netflix.
(We watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs…)
I am way too much of a morning person to go home with a bartender…