Bottomless Girl

Derrick’s last night in Chicago was tonight before he goes back to good ol' NC. Phil and I are on a mission to see him come back. We decided to celebrate it by eating and drinking out. Penny’s was closed so among the many suggestions, Hofbrau on North Ave was the winner. I walked in first while Phil paid for the parking meter and Derrick waited outside for him. There was only the cook and the bartender (who I decided tonight I have a secret crush on as do Phil and Derrick) inside. I walked in, my usual loud self and asked if we could eat at the bar. He said you can eat anywhere you want to. I stated to him that the last time I was in there I had the same shirt on (my white lacey one) and then asked, “What’s your name again?” As he said, “Josh,” and said he remembered me as I said I had come in before with Odin. Mind you all, this was October 9th today is November 15!  “Yea,” he laughed, “you dropped your pants, sober if I recall, and the 4 people at the other end of the bar had no clue what was going on.”  I replied that most of the wild things happen when I'm dead S-O-B-E-R. Why is that?

Yes. Apparently at Hofbrau I’m known as the Bottomless Girl. Need I remind everyone that Odin dropped his pants first! Josh asked later if I was still staying with Odin. I told him no, I’m certifiable Chicago and live a few blocks away. That’s right, Peeps, I’m a Bucktownian. Oh, and to explain the dropping of the pants, I couldn’t let Odin challenge me with his pants dropping, and we were actually trying to get the people at the end of the bar later to streak around the block. Didn’t happen though that night was epic. We later went to Nick’s Beer Garden when the Hof closed.

I’ve decided to visit the Hofbrau more often. The German potato salad was the bomb!

Moral of the Story: If you drop your pants in a bar, even as a joke, you will most likely be remembered as Bottomless Girl.


P.S. I want all of you to know, for those that read the last post, I'm eating Nutella as I type this out.