Posts Tagged ‘drink ‘er down’

After downing some beer towers, Scott and I headed over to The Caboose. This was my feeble attempt to “bro it out.” I heard the place had some sexy, scantly clad waitresses. Ah, what the hell. Naked doesn’t really bother me as long as there’s cold, cheap beer. And that, they had. That night anyway, $5 pitchers. The place was huge. There was one section setup kind of like a sports bar with smaller pub style tables and lots of TVs along the walls, including bartop seating. There was a dance floor area. And I think the rest of the room was shorter tables, more of a traditional bar setup. There were pool tables. And I think dart boards. The problem was I started sneezing almost immediately after arriving, and finally had to bail halfway through our second pitcher.

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It seems counter-productive to save the boobies in lieu of the liver, but Crawl for Cancer was a fun event. And it seemed pretty successful. I don’t know how many teams they had show up, but it was a lot more than I expected. Old Town was filled with a sea of color… And daylight drinkers. I think we were the 36th or 38th team, so at least around 40 teams participated.

For the record teams of 10 (or up to 12) participated. You pay a set fee ($350 for a team of 10), get t-shirts, and then get four pitchers of beer at each of five bars. The order you hit bars is predetermined, and the beer choice is set (Rolling Rock). But the event was so much fun, the bar staff seemed to enjoy it. And I was schwasted, wedding style (during daylight).

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Jeanette decided this blog was more stuffed than schwasted and we needed to remedy it. So on the most sacred of all days, 9/02/10, we headed to Quincy’s. Mostly to drink at will. But also to have a drink for the lameness that is 90210, especially Brandon Walsh. We spent the night drinking Bud Light draws on special (it was a Thursday), and had a Sex on the Beach shot, because that’s something lame B-Walsh would do on the beach. With a girl who’s maybe married, or crazy, or racist. You know, the typical types Brandon kisses. Badly.

Mmmmmm…. Beer!

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After a delicious dinner at El Mexico, Jeanette and I headed down (or would it be up? probably up) the street for drinks at Whiskey Dicks. I’ll admit I have wanted to go there for about a year, before it was Whiskey Dicks (when it was Old English Pub), so I’m amped that it’s my VERY FIRST bar review. My curiosity stemmed from knowing my great aunt and uncle used to own the building and run a grocery store in it. A few of my uncles even lived in the apartment over the store. Well, that’s when it was an apartment. I think it’s used for an office now. But I digress. We’re off to Whiskey Dicks. The good kind. Not the kind that ruins your night….. Hopefully.


What girl doesn’t want a little whiskey dick in her life? Oh, wait. Right…

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