It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... and it was all within one weekend. This past weekend I had two birthday parties to attend, on two different nights, at two different bars. One good. One... well...
Friday night was birthday number one (the best of times). It was at a bar called Danny's which is on the Northside... possibly in the Bucktown neighborhood. From the outside it looks like a dive, but on the inside we discovered it is a cool little dj bar that spins good music (not uber snobby electronic... at least not that night), has Anchor Liberty on tap (my favorite), and has a few little corners to hide from the music if so desired. There was dancing going on which is always fun to partake in, or just watch and make fun of (one person was dancing like Joan Cusack in Sixteen Candles). The company was great so it made the night even better. And the birthday girl did not pass out at the bar, which is always a plus. I am looking forward to going back to Danny's.
Saturday was birthday number two (OK, it was not the worst of times, not even close - but... ) ...it was at Delilah's. Delilah's is fine. I have nothing against Delilah's. Every time I go there it has the same people drinking the same drinks in the same spots... or at least that is what it seems to be. And when you leave you are guaranteed to smell like ass (smoke). Delilah's is a Northside sort-of dive bar that has good tunes playing (although most of their djs spin CDs which is weak). This party was $20 all you can drink for two hours. I wanted two drinks, so I was going to opt out of paying the $20. Nope. Cannot do. I was stuck paying the $20 which I was not happy with (and I could not even get a bottle of cheap domestic.. that was $2 extra). But to my surprise they had Adam's Family pinball (one of my favorites) and after putting in the money I discover the right flipper did not work. Strike two. With most of the people there trying to kill themselves with alcohol by drinking as much as they could stomach in two hours, it brought out the worst in the group. Drunk dudes high-fiving, staring at cleavage from the few women that were in the room, and then the lovely barf in the bathroom. Oh joy. And although I did actually meet a couple new fun people, it just was not worth the $20. The birthday boy (the one I knew - there were two) seemed to have a good time (which is the most important part), and he was not one of the completely f-ed up dudes staring at boobs.
Don't get me wrong, I did have fun on both nights (why be a miserable downer at a party?)... but Danny's was so much more my scene. I recommend it.