This was a little treat that Joey bought for me last night At the Terminal bar in Northeast. We had poked our noses into a few places in the neightborhood trying to find a friday night bar that wasn't packed. After finally giving up on the neighborhood we decided to drive a little further out to some hidden Gems in Northeast, but first, we hopped into the Terminal bar to wet our whistles. After getting past the initial smell of farts that lingers in this place, and talking the door man into letting us in without paying the cover for the bands (which didn't play for another couple hours), we bellied up and got ourselves some nice plastic keg cups of Pale Ale.
This was just the start of what turned out to be a long night of monkey business. We continued on to have a few rounds at Stasiu's, and I later found myself dressed in an old prom dress and feather boa at an after bar, and capped off the night singing some really bad karaoke on the living room floor.
Thanks for the Beer Joey. We've come a long way since the night I first met you when you were dressed as Jose for Halloween. Oh, and sorry about your brain.