In the spirit of today's seriously crappy weather, I thought I'd take this moment to invite you to the very last possible Goat-Frog First Wednesday ever. The Goat endures, but the Frog closes mid-January. [more inside]
Wednesday the 7th is the first Goat-Frog of 2015. You deserve some post-holiday shenanigans. Meet at the Goat under Michigan Avenue after work. Head over to the Frog for karaoke before 10. Bring your A-game.
Alternately known as "100 Days to Anvil of Bacon Crom". Same Goat time, same Goat place, followed by same Frog place, same Frog shenanigans. [more inside]
Right? I'm reading this calendar correctly? First Wednesday in November is a week from today? Hopefully, cause I'll be Goat Frogging. You should join. [more inside]
You know the drill. [more inside]
It's next week, folks. It sneaked up on me; don't let it sneak up on you. Join fellow MeFites in Chicago for our Month of Meetups celebrating MetaFilter's 15th anniversary EVERY! DAY! OF! JULY! [more inside]
I've got an idea: let's celebrate the longest month of sunlight in the Northern Hemisphere starting out in a dark basement bar and ending up in a different dark bar. [more inside]
The merry month of May, so frolic, so gay, and so green, so goat, so goat! Join us for our month meet-up and drunkening. 6ish, 7ish at the Original Billy Goat in the dark underbelly of Michigan Avenue, until we get restless and move on to the Frog. Or join us Frogside, 10ish.
Remember--the days of Goatening are numbered. Be there or be really sad you were not there. [more inside]
Last night we discussed having the January Goat on the SECOND Wednesday, rather than the first, owing to that being New Year's Day, and owing to Berlin's Bowie Ball on the 2nd. What say you all? You all seem to say the First Wednesday is the First Wednesday and None Shall Encumber its Celebration. So be it. [more inside]
Goat Song : Chicago is the story of a year in the life of a group of mefites who abandoned their one-bedroom apartments in Chicago to live under Michigan Avenue raise Billy Goats. In poetic, reverent detail, EvilSpork talks of our ancient relationship to the land and our gradual alienation from the Billy Goats that feed us. His fascinating account traces his journey of the choosing of the billy goat, and learning how to breed, brew, and curse the cubs with them. [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.