Night in the Chi
Last Saturday, I went with Jess, Delbert, and Sharod Sherod? Shahrod? their friend to Duffy's downtown. They had some sort of deal for all-you-can-drink until 11pm. $20. Lovely. I was also SO happy to meet up with Jenna, a good friend from high school, who met us there with her boyfriend Chris. I haven't seen her in years, so it was fabulous to catch up.
Here's what I captured of the night, in between sips of rum-and-diets:
This was Jess's friend, Shawna. Shawna was gorgeous and sweet. I spent a good portion of the night reassuring her that she was too hot to be upset about douchebags in bars who pay her no mind.
In the background you will see The Sublime Cover Band. Not "sublime," like they were wonderful. "Sublime," like, "hey, remember the nineties ska-punk revival?"
This chick remembers. Fondly.
But, honestly? I don't care what you want to say about Sublime. I hate them, and when my party refused to leave Duffy's, this bar that God had forsaken, I felt trapped. A Sublime cover band is like a watering hole for the nightmare of the male species: The Bro. After making my displeasure known, I decided it would at least benefit me to snap a Bro Series, or, as I've aptly named them: "Brotos."
And then I died a little inside.
The end.
Here's what I captured of the night, in between sips of rum-and-diets:
This was Jess's friend, Shawna. Shawna was gorgeous and sweet. I spent a good portion of the night reassuring her that she was too hot to be upset about douchebags in bars who pay her no mind.
In the background you will see The Sublime Cover Band. Not "sublime," like they were wonderful. "Sublime," like, "hey, remember the nineties ska-punk revival?"
This chick remembers. Fondly.
But, honestly? I don't care what you want to say about Sublime. I hate them, and when my party refused to leave Duffy's, this bar that God had forsaken, I felt trapped. A Sublime cover band is like a watering hole for the nightmare of the male species: The Bro. After making my displeasure known, I decided it would at least benefit me to snap a Bro Series, or, as I've aptly named them: "Brotos."
And then I died a little inside.
The end.