
My friend Sarah knew this guy who lived in Wrigleyville who was throwing a party and asked me to attend. So I wasn't doing anything else, and I love a good time, so I agreed. Our friends Marley and Mary came too. It was a masquerade party. $5 for all you can drink? No problem. (Sarah and Mary pictured.)
The night started off kind of rocky, Marley and Mary got into a fight about Mary's drinking, Marley thinking that Mary doesn't know how to handle her drinking. Mary doesn't seem like she's a drunk or anything, but then again, I'm not around her 24/7. Who knows what she could be doing. Then we were looking for parking for like 30 min, Mary and Marley fighting about cats and dogs about where to park. So finally we found a place a couple of blocks away from the party and we were straight.
We were pretty early to the party, so we chatted up the bartender Jason. A guy who when he isn't bar tending is a musician, working with mentally disabled people. He was pretty cool. It's always nice to meet a fellow violinist.
Then the DJ comes, who is late. Marley and Sarah head for the dance floor. Not me. I'm too shy to head to the dance floor without a couple drinks. So I'm just sitting and chilling with the bartender and Mary. We chat up two guys from Glen Ellen, Alex and Pat. Alex is not a very good drinker, unfortunately, so Pat has to watch out for them. Pat and I start to chat, and I have my first romantical connection of the night. Pat and I have a conversation about what a good wife and mother I'd be.
So Mary and I out on the deck, the haven of the smokers and a girl bums a puff off my cig. Her name is Jenny, and she's super drunk. Her boyfriend and brother are with her, neit

her of whose name I can remember. When I tell her my name, she got super excited, she's a huge Doctor Who fan. We have a long discussion about Doctor Who and our favorite Doctors. Tom Baker.
So then it's about time for us to leave, so I head for the bathroom. Jenny's brother joins me in line, and we have a romantical connection. We both love seafood. And we both love crab. I should have got his number. Now I know that love of seafood and crab isn't the ideal basis for a dating relationship, but it's nice to find someone who shares my passion for it. And he was cute. I didn't realize I had gotten a picture of him, but I'm a crazy good photo sniper.
As nights go, it certainly wasn't one of the craziest I ever had, but it was a pretty good time. And that's all I can ask for.