Last night was the 4th Annual Lower Northeast Drunken Bar Bike Tour, which took place in, uh, lower northeast. You could walk to all the places on the lower tour, so for bicycling it was less than the upper tour. The crowd was out in full force, though.
There were only about a hundred and fifty at Whitey's, then add fifty at Nye's, Mac's industrial added another fifty, and Legends things were really getting out of control. The parking lot looked like an anthill. There were bicycles everywhere. My camera likes to take its time after you press the shutter button (which in technology-world really isn't a shutter button any more, hence the problem) so I didn't get the best picture of the night, a guy maneuvering his cadillac through a crowd of hundreds of people drinking tall boys of pabst blue ribbon and their bicycles.
6:00 Whitey's
6:00 Boom
7:00 Times
7:00 Nye's
7:45 Mac's Industrial
8:45 Legends
10:15 Arone's
10:15 U Otter Stop Inn
11:15 Margarita Bella
11:15 Vegas Lounge
12:15 Spring St. Grill
12:15 Moose on Monroe
1:15 Grumpy's Northeast
By ten fifteen, after an hour and a half at legends (which was bullshit, who made this schedule?) people were itching to actually go somewhere. When you've got a choice between two bars at each interval, people are going to tend to go to the one that doesn't suck, so I don't know if there was anyone out of the three hundred or so cyclin' drinkbodies who went to Arone's. The crowd at Otter's was enormous. The bar was very loud, very hot, and very full. The crowd was out on the sidewalk on both ends. It was, to my knowledge, unphotographable and impressive. I looked at that, took an honest personal inventory, and decided against stretching the night out any farther. School was at nine o'clock, and my liver isn't the man it was.
It's a pity the tour was set up the way it was; I only made it to half as many bars this year as during 3rd upper and was nearly as drunk. By ten thirty. Weak.
Great party, though.
Here's my favorite picture of the crowd, the one that will give you the best idea of what the crowd was like. Granted, I'm not a great photographer. But even if I were, pictures are hardly a substitute.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home