Come 2 Bar!
Yesterday (Wednesday), I made a last minute decision to go do the fun run with Katie, Myke {White Kenyan}, Jeff, and others at Momentum. They do this once a month, and I rarely get to go because I'm always on the road Monday's through Thursday's and it is always on a Wednesday. Anyway, this came about from the owner's bright idea to partner with Chicago Area Runners Association {which I'm a proud member of} and one of the running companies for sponsorship, where the course is themed and at the end, they feed you pizza and beer, as well as a giveaway raffles.
If you have done this at least once, you'll know that Kacey {or Kasey, or Casey}, the sweet, spunky daughter of the store owner, is very extroverted, smart, and always the one to pick and call out the raffle winners. What was strange though, was that one of the other people who was part of our little circle of friends has this thing for Kacey. Every moment he gets to talk before and after the run, he would mentionshow great, or how cute, or how pretty, or whatever this girl is. No big deal, really. But then, after the five mile run {during which he mentioned Kacey twice}, and after the pizza and beer, this guy {who shall remain anonymous to protect the innocent, uhm, the not innocent} said to Katie and me, "Well, you guys ready to go? I gotta get out of here before I decide to kidnap Kasey and have her parents come after me. And that wouldn't be good." Then he proceeded to head to the trash can to dispose of his paper plate.
Katie and I just stood there, jaws dropped. We cannot believe what we have just heard! This unnamed guy and I are not exactly tight friends, but I don't ignore him right out. But after that, I have kind of begun to wonder about him. I mean, he is an oddball to begin with, but with this fascination with a twelve year old girl obsessively, he is starting to look very creepy.
Anyway, back to the original point. After unnamed guy has dropped Katie and me off at our places, I got this text message from Kathy: "Come 2 bar!" Uh, what? I mean, Kathy is a new neighbor of mine, as she has just bought a condo at my neighborhood. And speaking of which, I have lived here for almost two years, and I have never really ventured out to my neighborhood bars. I mean, all my other buddies would always hit it up at Wrigleyville or Rush/Division area, and if it wasn't any of those, it would be Black Rock. So I decided, why not. Be venturesome. Besides, the two cans of Miller Lite were not exactly enough.
After a little bit of prodding, I learned that this "bar" is the Ole St. Andrews Inn, a good eight blocks away. So I walked there, and met up with Amber and Kathy. It was dead, but I met some cool people. Moe, a bartender off-shift, Nahdia, another bartender who was working that night, and regulars. I like that place, so I plan on hitting that place up at least once a month. So yeah, from now on, Ole St. Andrews Inn will always be synonymous with just "bar." All you have to say is, "Come 2 bar," and I shall be there! =)
If you have done this at least once, you'll know that Kacey {or Kasey, or Casey}, the sweet, spunky daughter of the store owner, is very extroverted, smart, and always the one to pick and call out the raffle winners. What was strange though, was that one of the other people who was part of our little circle of friends has this thing for Kacey. Every moment he gets to talk before and after the run, he would mentionshow great, or how cute, or how pretty, or whatever this girl is. No big deal, really. But then, after the five mile run {during which he mentioned Kacey twice}, and after the pizza and beer, this guy {who shall remain anonymous to protect the innocent, uhm, the not innocent} said to Katie and me, "Well, you guys ready to go? I gotta get out of here before I decide to kidnap Kasey and have her parents come after me. And that wouldn't be good." Then he proceeded to head to the trash can to dispose of his paper plate.
Katie and I just stood there, jaws dropped. We cannot believe what we have just heard! This unnamed guy and I are not exactly tight friends, but I don't ignore him right out. But after that, I have kind of begun to wonder about him. I mean, he is an oddball to begin with, but with this fascination with a twelve year old girl obsessively, he is starting to look very creepy.
Anyway, back to the original point. After unnamed guy has dropped Katie and me off at our places, I got this text message from Kathy: "Come 2 bar!" Uh, what? I mean, Kathy is a new neighbor of mine, as she has just bought a condo at my neighborhood. And speaking of which, I have lived here for almost two years, and I have never really ventured out to my neighborhood bars. I mean, all my other buddies would always hit it up at Wrigleyville or Rush/Division area, and if it wasn't any of those, it would be Black Rock. So I decided, why not. Be venturesome. Besides, the two cans of Miller Lite were not exactly enough.
After a little bit of prodding, I learned that this "bar" is the Ole St. Andrews Inn, a good eight blocks away. So I walked there, and met up with Amber and Kathy. It was dead, but I met some cool people. Moe, a bartender off-shift, Nahdia, another bartender who was working that night, and regulars. I like that place, so I plan on hitting that place up at least once a month. So yeah, from now on, Ole St. Andrews Inn will always be synonymous with just "bar." All you have to say is, "Come 2 bar," and I shall be there! =)
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