Chicago bloggers drank their faces off at Quartino and Streeters last night!
Big group. I didn't get enough pictures of everyone though because I suck.
Second liter of wine.
Can't wait for glasses.
It's beer pong time.
The beer pong veteran.
And THIS is where the night takes a hilarious yet creepy turn... Note the scary man.
Mr. Creeptastic notices our group.
Little Miss Awkward encourages him.
I IMMEDIATELY REGRET THIS DECISION.
And now you're in for a treat. Here are 10 seconds of your life that you'll never get back. You're welcome.
After that song, Mr. Creepers started making his way over to me. I think I drew attention to myself with my picture-taking and loud, creeped-out cackling. Ang immediately grabbed me, pulled me to the other side of her and glared at the man.
"Oh, no, no, no," she chided him. "MARRIED. NO."
"Happily married?" he asked me.
"YES." I said.
Ang again, "NO, NO, NO. GO."
Man persists, "Any kids?"
"One on the way -- cheers!" I said, raising my beer like a sloppy co-ed.
That did it. He left. No one likes a fetal alcohol syndrome joke.
All in all, a good night. :-)