C is for Ceres, It's Good Enough for Me

Ah yes, Ceres. The goddess of agriculture that overlooks the financial district in all it's capitalistic glory atop the Chicago Board of Trade. Note for all you useless factoid enthusiasts that when the Board of Trade was originally built, the person who made this Ceres statue didn't even bother to carve a face b/c it was felt that there would never be a building as tall as the Board of Trade in Chicago. In that case, why carve a face on something that no one will ever see? Funny that where that statue stands has to be one of the lowest points in the Loop in this day and age. Oh well, live and learn I guess.

Anyway, Ceres is not only the goddess of grain and growing plants, but is also the phenomonal tavern that is located within the Board of Trade. Ceres herself must have eaten a burrito, then farted towards earth and when that cloud cleared, there was born an establishment of heinous proportions. With interior decoration just a step better than your local Old Country Buffet, (which is still in question since you can't even really see all that well due to the cloud of smoke you have to sift through), a place that has literally been frozen in time since before the Great Depression, with servers that I think came over as a result of the Irish potato famine of 1848 and are really that old, you would think that this would be a place that a 20 something wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole. But how wrong you are, my fine feathered friends. Ceres is hands down my favorite bar in Chicago. Where else can you go to see traders (aka the earth's filthiest animals) at their finest in all their coked up glory and showing off their underage "assistants"? Also, there's always a slew of appetizers that are complimentary to all patrons. But most importantly, I've never been to another bar that's even close to comparable with the pour they put in a drink. For example, I'm a K1 and tonic guy. At most places, there's some shithead chotchie cool guy bartender who will barely gives you the one count on his pour. However, at Ceres, I order my drink and I am brought a full glass of vodka with a can of tonic on the side with the comment always said "do wat ya want wit da tonic, honey". Fucking sweet.

With this said, you can only imagine that if you hit Ceres right after work on a Friday or any other day for that matter, you could put yourself in the hurt box pretty quick. Well, I am really bad at learning this lesson and there's nothing I love more than to hit this bar after a hard week's work.

So last Friday, we had the first of my going away parties there. There were about 25 of us and it turned into a pretty fun night. Everyone was on the right level and there was a good energy in the crowd. After a couple, people got a little loose lipped and a bit playful. At one point, I lifted up L's shirt and fortunately for the guys, she wasn't wearing a bra. And you know, I usually wouldn't be like that but everyone was just having fun. We all laughed it off. We all went back to my place afterwards and there was a lot of playful making out and more fun. It was just fun, weird times... for example, my bro and Hols went downstairs to my room only to come up shortly thereafter, except my brother had on Hols clothes and she had on his clothes. So stupid but so funny. And I have to admit, his ass looked really good in her jeans, good for him. Then later on I went downstairs, came back up and Hols had Mike's shirt on, Haley had Hols shirt on and Mike had no shirt on. He was so wasted, he didn't even know he didn't have a shirt on. Too funny. And I don't know how it happened but I think I managed to see 4 great sets of boobs that night. One girl, I just walked up to and said that I thought she had a great rack and could I see them? Before she even had a chance to answer I just reached over and pulled her top down to take a close peek of my own. There were in fact very nice. Like I said, just a fun vibe that night, everyone was in for a good time.

Haley was freaking out about her bar results that were supposed to be posted at 2:30 that night. So to take her mind off it, I suggested that we head out to a club, dance a bit, blow off some steam and we'll head back to her place at around 3 and check the results. So we headed to Sound Bar to catch Dave Seaman. Not one of my favorite clubs but one of my favorite UK djs. We all danced like crackheads and had a blast. I really don't think the pretty people crowd was ready for me to sweep through that night. I don't hit the clubs like I used to and it was a harsh realization this time that the club scene just fucking sucks in Chicago. The whole dance floor had no one that was paying attention to the music but only checking out each other. Fucking lame. Haley was a go-go dancer before she went to law school so of course she was drawing a lot of attention to herself. That girl is a fucking sexy dancer. Very yummy.

So we left there after awhile, went back to Haley's, no results were posted, we went back to my place to finish off with an after hours. I think I walked Haley back to her place at about 7 am. Definitely one of those nights where you probably had to be there to understand how fun it was.

What is Wrong with People?

I know I owe a couple entries about the last couple nights out on the town but I really can't put it together at this time. Just got home from a great day that somehow turned into a bad night.

And what I kept thinking about was an entry that was recently posted in a blog that I frequent from someone who asked themselves a certain question about people they know, or in some cases, they really don't know. It was appropriately titled "Who the fuck are you?"

It really hit home for me. It's not anything that I haven't written about before in so many words, but today was just a great example of someone who I thought was one way and they really just showed their true colors. I wish I could say it was a positive experience. Unfortunately, that's not the case. I think I'll sleep on it before I write anymore. Ugh, no matter how much I try to avoid it, why does life have to be filled with so much bullshit sometimes???