At the Bar
November 15th, 2005 at 8:08 pm, 3 years agoI went to my first bar Saturday Night. How I got in will not be discussed in this entry. It was fun, but expensive. The occasion was a meeting with a bunch of other “Farkers” (aka people from Fark.com) at a “Fark Party.” The people from that site are absolutely hilarious, and great people to get drunk with.
Which is not an easy thing to do on a budget, when double-shots of Jack are $5.25 and pints of Guinness are $5.50. They had “microbrews” for $3. All of this was before tax and tip, of course. Things like Blue Moon and Sam Adams were considered “microbrews” so I tried a Blue Moon. They put a lime in it, which I found awkward but didn’t distract from the flavor. Then I tried my first taste of Guinness. It is an acquired taste, but after drinking more and more of it I really started enjoying it (the Guinness was my second drink of the night, so I wasn’t that far gone.) I wasn’t use to a beer where the foam was thick and heavy and didn’t dissolve when I touched it.
I was talking with a few guys who aren’t all that older than I am (one is just out of college and the other took a few years off to join the Army before going to college) and we decided to have shots of Jack together. I much prefer Jack Daniels to Jim Beam. The guy who went into the army wasn’t able to pay me in cash for his shot, so he said he would just grab me another drink. Not having had a Rum and Coke, I decided to try that. I thought it had too much Rum and not enough Coke as it had too much “kick” for a mixed drink. I need to prefect a mix of the two, but I have a lifetime to figure that out.
I went back to campus after feeling a bit tipsy, but decided that I should go get something to eat first. I thought at the time that the McDonalds by campus had already closed, not realizing that it was still rather early in the night and they closed at midnight, so I decided to go the opposite direction on the train and go to the 24 hour McDonalds by the Watertower Campus. While transferring from the brown line to the red line the wind had picked up so much that I lost 5 singles to the wind. Great, the tally is now up to $35. I got a two-cheeseburger meal with a large coke and fries. Tasty, especially when drunk. That was paid for by the credit card the parents gave me (I tend to ask them to only fund my rare but necessary McDonalds runs.) Then I decided to go back to Loyola. As I exited the red line and walked past the very open McDonalds I decided it was time to go to a party held by the Rugby Team. I got there and paid my $5 ($40) to go in only to find that the keg was empty. I had to argue with the assholes at the door to get my $5 back, but they finally caved in ($35.) I made the final decision that I would make my first trip to Hamiltons, the local college bar (not affiliated, officially anyways, with the university.) I like it in there, and the prices aren’t that bad. Not seeing anyone I knew, I left the bar without purchasing anything and decided to go home.
When I got back to my floor I found that quite a few people were up (and incredibly intoxicated) so I spent a good amount of the now early morning talking with them. I remember thinking to myself: It would be hilarious if the fire alarm went off right about now. At approximately 4AM the fire alarm rang, and a throng of incredibly drunk freshmen went down the stairs. I know at least one guy threw up on the way down not too far back from me. The wind and cold was so bad that the put us into the sports complex across from the hall (which they keep oddly toasty in the middle of the night when nobody is using it.) Some glitch in the system.
The ride back up was fun, especially since one of the elevators (which I elected not to take) had piss covering the floor.
It was a fun night/early morning.

