Pre Show
A lot is made of how to maximize the Fun in our
lives. We drink more alcohol by taking days off after the binge. We celebrate
birthdays as a full weekend experience. But nothing takes the cake more than
getting completely fucked up the night before going to a wedding in the
morning. Krüde being Krüde, you already know the score.
Finding myself in Rosemont, Illinois on the Friday
night before July 4 wasn’t a pre destined event. Krüde being with his
current squeeze during the strange journey. So she’s quick on her feet. Drinks
booze with near reckless abandon. And never quits. My kind of broad.
After we finished dinner nearby, we made our way by foot to the
outdoor smoking section of our lodgings. Ran into a cigar chomping dude sitting
by his lonesome. Struck up a conversation. Find out he is around our age (old).
He is drinking the same hooch I was (Bakers on the rocks). And he didn’t quite
know what he was doing after finishing his cigar. The next thing we know we are
taking a ride with this guy to Who Knows Where?
Really. All we knew was there was a very stocked (whiskeys) Irish pub
nearby. And he knew the owner (free booze). We’re in. Damned the threat of
abduction or worse. THERE IS RARE IRISH WHISKEY TO BE HAD!
Thankfully we arrived at a place called Parkway Bank Park
in one piece.
And this is where things get a bit hazy…..
As you can see in the pics I took, this Park was all kinds
of cool. Live music. Bars. Street food. After show pickup football games, etc…
Our new friend introduced to us the bar manager there and he hooked us up
plenty. Good times. I think
Just rolling with the flow sometimes gets you drunk. Not every time, but sometimes. I was a stranger in a strange land. And a local pioneer showed me the way to the River of Fine Hooch. That’s what I call luck. Cheers!
Slàinte Mhaith!
KK
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