I happened to be there not once, but twice this weekend and and Oh My Lord, I do not recommend it. I hadn’t been there on a Friday or Saturday night in a loooong time and it was unbelievable. It’s like being in bizarro version of a Michigan State game day meets Daytona Beach Spring Break meets puking. There was the quintessential drunk girl who fell flat on her face into traffic and lost her shoe. Then there was her drunk friend who fell on top of her trying to help her up. They both had tube top dresses on, and I’m pretty sure I saw a nipple. I navigated 4 puddles of vomit and one guy I was with saw 3 fist fights on his walk along Clark street between Newport & Addison. Suggestion for Mayor Daley: Put a big invisible fence around the area on the weekends keeping everyone contained. If they try to wander north outside of the Addison to Newport or Seminary to Sheffield parameters, their belly button rings give them a nice little shock.
Douche of the DayWrigleyville on the WeekendsI happened to be there not once, but twice this weekend and and Oh My Lord, I do not recommend it. I hadn’t been there on a Friday or Saturday night in a loooong time and it was unbelievable. It’s like being in bizarro version of a Michigan State game day meets Daytona Beach Spring Break meets puking. There was the quintessential drunk girl who fell flat on her face into traffic and lost her shoe. Then there was her drunk friend who fell on top of her trying to help her up. They both had tube top dresses on, and I’m pretty sure I saw a nipple. I navigated 4 puddles of vomit and one guy I was with saw 3 fist fights on his walk along Clark street between Newport & Addison. Suggestion for Mayor Daley: Put a big invisible fence around the area on the weekends keeping everyone contained. If they try to wander north outside of the Addison to Newport or Seminary to Sheffield parameters, their belly button rings give them a nice little shock.
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No joke - I can’t stand it there. I think I was riding through with my dad once and he asked me while I was stepping on the gas as a bunch of drunks stumbled through the intersection. “Testing the reflexes” I told him. I think they fell out of the way.
It’s a wonder there aren’t more Wrigleyville deaths reported each weekend…
It’s like Escape for New York, but for college meatheads. Truly a sight. There are actually side walking lanes in the middle of traffic, b/c the actual sidewalks are jammed with the lines for Barleycorn.
Anyone who would wait in line for Barleycorn or Moe’s Cantina has major self-esteem issues… guaranteed.
oh man you have touched on a real nerve there. I wouldn’t even know how to express the feeling actually happening in my chest right now. You mentioned wrigleyville and I had a physcal reaction to how much I hate that God Damned Place. And I’m a God fearin man so I don’t take that curse lightly, but If there was an atomic bomb comittee and I was the chair of it and we had to decide what place to utterly destroy, I would pick Wrigleydouche in an instant. And i wouldnt even care that the fallout would leak over into lincoln park, cause i rock Ukranian Village.
I can’t get over the tightness in my chest over the very mention of that breeding ground of fucknutedness, I think your written words have given me a heart attack.
Patrick, if this is the “big one”, I’ll be sure to hold your funeral service on the back patio at YAKZIE’s and then bury you in the basement of CUBBY BEAR while the Afrodesiacs are playing their Brown Eyed Girl/BrickHouse mega mix.
The icing on the cake is the newly-instituted practice of W-ville bars ganking up the price of draft beer (in plastic cups) to seven bucks a pint on game days. Even if the game has been over for, say, five hours and you and three passed-out, sunburned dudes are the only people in Bar Louie. Or so the bartender told us.
Yeah, the plastic cup thing is like kid-proofing the neighborhood.
You hit it on the head with every weekend being Spring Break. It’s so weird. Guys, calm down, it’s the Midwest, your lives are not that exciting.
kate…dead on as usual…my personal favorite is when the out of towners get a little turned around (after being over-served) and venture down Halsted, and find themselves at mecca (aka: Halsted & Roscoe) on a Saturday night…every body holla! (PS…you did not just mention the Afdesiacs???? they were the entertainment at last weekend’s party #2 at the U….we have lots to talk about)
Jim: It is a tad ironic that the most close minded/meathead neighborhood and the most alternative lifestyle friendly neighborhood are only steps from one another. Ah, Chicago.
And no way about the Afrodesiacs! Do you guys have a party every week up there in the 847?!
I also love mixing in the alternative (moh look, his face fell into a tackle box) crowd one finds around Belmont and Clark.
The 847 party circuit rules!
My husband worked at Metro for years and hates everything about that neighborhood. I myself grew up going to shows at Metro and yes, Cubby Bear used to have all ages punk and ska shows (!) back in the day. I could ride home in Club 22 and be home in a jiffy.
Once I was standing outside of Live Bait after TMLMTBGB and some gay bashers threw eggs at us, one smacked me right on the head. Fond, fond memories. Thanks, night games!
I hope for one of two things:
1) Whoever buys Wrigley Field just turns the whole thing into a giant beer garden sports bar to contain the maniacs;
or
2) Some billionaire who is like-minded to us buys it, burns it down, and salts the earth so nothing will ever grow there.
I wonder what the reaction would be if the Cubs were bought, and then moved - say out west somewhere.
The Dallas Cubs. Come on Cuban! Do it!
Then my Wrigley Field Sports Bar dream could come true. They could simulcast the games on screens while jerkoffs drink beer on the field. People would have their weddings and shit there. It would be a huge cash cow.
Maggie,
I am going to refer the Mayor to your blog comments when it comes time to Zone Wrigley. You’re killing me.
Club 22 cracked me up, too…
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