Cubs part two

Been a while since I posted. It's not that I'm just so crazy busy with my new life that I haven't had time...I have. I'm still just getting used to blogging.

My friends Cheryl and Ryan came in town Wednesday night. They try and make it to Chicago for a few days each summer to take in a few games. Lucky for me, they had an extra ticket to the day game Thursday so I decide to play hooky. Actually they had a total of four tickets and were also inviting their friend Eileen who moved up here last year from the south. At the last minute, Eileen finds out she is getting some great seats from her company. Ryan sells his tickets to a scalper and we're now at her mercy. We meet her in Wrigleyville at a bar called Goose Island which is a local brewery with some really good beer. Anyway, her seats are better than great...they're the best in the house. Eileen works for an advertising company which does business with the Chicago Tribune (they own the Cubs). We had the Tribune seats - First row behind the Cubs dugout. I've been to two games now in Wrigley Field and I've stood for almost the whole game behind center field and I've had the owner seats. If you had watched you probably would have seen me every time the Cubs ran back into the dugout after an inning.

The next night I came home from work and took the train back in to meet them. We went to a bar in Southport called Southport lanes and billiards. Ryan and I get along great because, aside from the same taste in women, we also both love Crown Royal. I haven't had liquor of any kind since I've been here. This bar is awesome, and it's not just the CR. They also have a good beer selection and decent prices. In the back they have some really nice pool tables. In another part of the bar they have four bowling lanes. These are old school lanes. They are no computers and the pins are reset by a couple of guys who work back there, not machines. According to Eileen and the waitress, you're supposed to roll up money and stuff it into one of the holes every few frames as a tip. When you do it, these guys are very generous with your pins. It's kind of cool but you actually feel bad because you have no idea what your real score is anymore.

They left on Satuday but it was great to see them. So now I've basically been in town for three weekends (I'm not counting the 1st one since I flew in on Saturday afternoon) and I've hung out with Atlanta friends for two of them. This is great but it probably won't hold.