THE PARTY'S OFF!
Last night Trevor and I had quite a pleasantly surprising night. We took a journey to my cousin Michael's birthday party in Lincoln Park. But we got there and noticed a suspicious lack of young Italian American guys hanging around; actually, there was a lack of everyone. Except Borks. There was me, obviously, and there was the Borkster, sitting at the end of the bar, as if he was waiting for us. The three of us ordered a round of drinks while trying to figure out where the party was hiding. Eventually (it didn't take us long) we called my Aunt Carol (Michael's mom) to figure out what the heck was going on. The party was cancelled. Apparently, Michael and his girlfriend Karen broke up, and since she was the one planning the party, they'd cancelled it. Well, we didn't quite know what to do except wait for Greg's girlfriend Paula to meet us there, order another round of drinks, and get the hell out of there!
Next stop, the BIG ROCK SHOW. The four of us got to Davenport's, the site of my friends Tim and Scotty's mock-rock concert. We had to walk through a karoke piano bar to get to the back room, where the show had already started. But we caught up quickly. Because it ROCKED. CLTV was filming it for a piece on Tim and Scotty, which was pretty exciting, so the four of us made lots of noise, clapped really loud, and laughed and Tim and Scotty's bizarre shenanigans. By the end of the show, Scotty was in red leather pants, proudly sporting a lightening bolt painted across his sad little sunken chest, and I was laughing so hard, tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. Greg and Paula had a good time, too,
So, the four of us finished our drinks at the bar before Trevor and I left. Greg and Paula were off to the Beechwood Tap, a good choice to grab a low-key drink and play a game of Connect Four, and we went home to fall asleep. It was great to hang out with the two of them, and even though the night wasn't quite according to plans, it exceeded our expectations.
Until next time!