I was thinking the other day about the turn that this blog has taken (S-curve, if you will) in the last few months, and the commercials I’ve reviewed in the past. I thought, “Man. I haven’t seen anything absurd in a while… like that early 90′s anti-drug campaign.”
I wondered… whatever happened to that ad campaign. Why did it stop? It seemed pretty catchy. Then it dawned on me. No. No one ever thinks “I want to be a junkie when I grow up,” but they probably also don’t think “I want to be a mid-level manager for a bedpan manufacturer,” either. Maybe. I mean… right?
Speaking of drugs, Gametime and I had a lady date last night: Dinner at Sono followed by drinks at Ravens. Ravens was… full of characters, as usual. The majority of our night was spent playing lifesize Jenga (this blew their minds) with a few guys from Southern Indiana in town for a bachelor party. First contact was made when #1 asked Gametime what music you “city folk listen to here in Chicago.” We then told them that “for fun,” we frequent crack houses. Nice ones. On the Sabbath. I also got to spout my knowledge of their hometown, Bedford, Indiana… something I don’t get to do very often (for obvious reasons). Bedford, IN, in case you’re wondering, is the limestone capital of the world. In addition to many of DC’s monuments, our very own City Hall is composed of Bedford limestone. Store that away in your vault, folks.
After a rousing Jenga tournament, I sent them away… to Neo. I wish I had gone with them just to see their faces…. to be fair, I warned them
that it was a Vampire bar. It’s not really a vampire bar, but one wall is dedicated to a larger-than-life mural of Nosferatu. I love Neo. It’s ridiculous. It has Delirium on tap. It’s an institution. It was probably the scariest night of their lives.
It was a night of latitudes and longitudes. Not long after we ditched the Bedford boys, a jaunty man came and sat down at our table, only to introduce himself with the best opening line ever: “Finally, you are lucky enough to have a Canadian at your table.” (He had a really weird phrasing/accent thing going on.) As Gametime put it, there are many countries and nationalities where that line might make sense. Might work. Might be sexy. Canada has never been on that list. This Canadian got off easy. No national anthems. We just… left…
…and watched Girls Gone Wild videos at Kendalls.