So this was the event The Chicago Cabal* was hoping to do but the list was already full. One of the organizers just reached out to me today because they had a whole group of six volunteers bail and they're really hoping we can fill the gap and help them throw a great birthday party for some wonderful kids! [more inside]
Remember the 11 bus? Were you mad they discontinued it? Well, it's back! Temporarily, anyway, and a number of bars along the route have teamed up for 11 on 11: a beer explorer trek to bump up ridership. Join us for a full day of stupidity as we try to hit all 11 in one day because we are idiots. [more inside]
I'm walking in the 30th Annual Hunger Walk to benefit the Greater Chicago Food Depository and Deborah's Place. Join me (or donate)! [more inside]
MeFiChi! I light the Migs Sig for an emergency meet up! [more inside]
Wish Mary Mac a happy birthday and sing your face off next week at the Blue Frog. [more inside]
Well, it will be October already by next Wednesday. You know the drill: The Original Goat, under Michigan Avenue. Tiny beers, tinier whiskeys, some sort of toy surprise. Then some of us making very bad decisions about how to conduct ourselves in public or when to call it a night. You should be there. You know who you are.
Meet MeFi's own me3dia at Brando's Speakeasy for his annual karaoke get-together! Join Gapers Block staff and readers for drinks and singing after work. [more inside]
As the trickster sprite eamondaly threw me out of a cab last night, he rather cheerfully noted "See you next week!" which, of course, is true. Next week is the April Goatening. You should come.
Dear Strongbad: How do you drink tiny beers with those boxing gloves on? Quizzically, A Goat. [more inside]
From the website: Journey to the End of the Night is a race through city streets. You will try to make it to six checkpoints as fast as you can, while avoiding being caught by chasers. Those who are caught will become chasers themselves, rising to pursue their former friends and allies. [more inside]
The $7.50 PB&J at Boiler Room comes with a sprawling slice of dank pizza, a PBR tallboy, and a shot of Jameson. Do I really need to write anything else? [more inside]
Chicago's Metafilter community clearly has the mental maturity of a gaggle of wisecracking third graders who have unwisely been allowed to purchase and consume alcohol. Thusly, I propose we gather to partake in that gloried cynosure of the schoolyard: DODGEBALL. [more inside]
Tiny beers, steak and eggs, Horny Goats, and inappropriate conversation. [more inside]