Monday, October 31, 2011

Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun.

Hot damn! Has it been two weeks already? The fucking gout has gotten me semi clean but constantly craving potato chips. I'm currently up to 6 big sized bag of chips per week. If I can't have booze or meat, I need to clog my arteries somehow with tasty, over salted deep fried potatoes. These treats shall keep me at my ideal chunky body build.

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I would like to start the week with an awesomely printed shirt every week. This one courtesy of Joey Potts for the group Nones is pretty fucking great.



Any art show can only be enhanced with the beauty that is free beer. And if that beer happens to be an excellent IPA, how can one resist? By having a massive gout flare.



The space was in an old vintage style store front all with original moldings and antique tiles. It was the perfect space to hang a Justin Bieber inspired piece.



Speak of the devil! This beaut was done by Sam Alcarez. I have never seen Justin look so soulless yet so sexy at the same time.



Only problem was that we had to jerry rig spot lights. My phone sucks at taking cool pictures but the homie Tommie does not suck at taking pictures and he just happened to take a shit load of pics for me.



The spewing blue dragon.



Uriel Correa. His work fucking ruled this space. Real intricate and colorful.



I don't want to know how long this took, I just want it in my house hanging over my bed.



Looks like baby got put in the corner.



Despite having the gout, I still checked out Telegraph - a new addition to the already bustling corner that is Diversey and Milwaukee ave.



A new restaurant that focuses on wine and wine pairings complete with the male cast of Sex and The City. As I teased, I realized how much of a date place this is.



My date being Tony, I was ready to hurl. Sitting at the end of the community table alone didn't help the situation. I think most of the people at the restaurants thought we were gay Korean twins.



The foie gras option was pretty good. It was used as more of a spread to toast the bread rather than leaving it as the tasty inhumane chunk of liver that we are used to having it served.



The pasta dish was fucking amazing. It's hard to cook pasta perfectly during service and even harder to have it appreciated. Kudos the Italian grandma, Mexican cook, or recently graduated know it all culinary student that was in charge of pasta. It was damn tasty.



One good thing about not drinking is waking up without a shit hangover. I draw a lot more constantly thinking about beer, whiskey, bourbon, wine, vodka, gin, tequila, and zima.



I love shopping at Restaurant Depot. Its a playground full of anything and everything food related, like an IKEA for the kitchen. You see a bunch of random shit you don't need but end up buying because you think you'll use it in the future, but it'll end up in the drawer next to that cherry pitter you never used.



There's also a shit load of ham. This made my gout foot just tingle in anger, but made my penis hard.



Speaking of erections, I did the annual Thanksgiving board over at Goose Island Clybourn. Complete with a murderous goose ready to get its turkey on.



I have no idea why a bunch of grapes or a tomato apple would be part of a fall cornucopia of food.



From one pumpkin bringing bounty to another being used for decorative purposes and rotting away slowly. Unless it chalked or spray painted.



Game day for Brew Hey Hey. Here is Spiteful Brewing's equipment, ready to spew out tasty libations and make ugly people attractive.



Getting into the spirit, Tommy who took amazing photos during the event, just finished eating out a girl on her period. Different strokes for different folks.



Corazon brewery came equipped with makeup artist to make them look less girly.



It doesn't look crowded, but at least a good 200 people ended showing up and getting they drank on.



Beer celebrity and advocate for craft beer Greg Koch was in the house ready to test out his metabolism with locally brewed beer and snacks.



I can't tell who's in costume and who isn't. All I know is that I peed a shit ton. All water and no beer will do that to you I guess.



I know this was supposed to be a costume but he could easily pass for douche bag hipster hanging out at Debonair on a Monday night.



He - Man has lost some weight during his unemployment. I'm glad he's still able to pose with a smile.



Pretty much sums up the night. After a long day of drinking excellent craft beers, you just kind of want a PBR to end your night.



This is also the winner of the costume contest. When asked exactly what it is, he replied "sexy zombie Abe Lincoln." With a pair of new Adidas. Can't front, this mothafucka has nice legs.

You can see the complete set of awesome photos here.

Nothing tops an awesome beer event like having to cook a 5 course brunch the next day for Stone Brewery at work. It was cool to see Greg Koch mingling, drinking, and eating your food. Life is good for now...

2 comments:

  1. gonna have to cop one of those Nones shirts. hotness. also, that space you showed in looks sharp. good stuff. had a great time saturday. congrats on a good turnout.

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  2. Sexy zombie Abe Lincoln is exactly what the Republican Party needs to reinvigorate themselves. Or finally be open about what turns 'em on.

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