Recapping the soiree
My head hurts.
Last night's soiree was a smashing success! We had a great turnout -- the Idle Hour (201 E. Fort Ave.) was packed.
BA, Jmgiordano, Mobtown Molly, m, Crazy Joe, Roommate Patchen, Jeremy, gidg, Jason and Evan were but a few of the Midnight Sunners who showed up.
This was the first and last soiree that coincides with a Ravens game, by the way. That was a big mistake I shall not repeat. Parking was a nightmare!
It was also a little awkward when the occasional random bar-goer would saunter in and I would be like "Are you here for the soiree?" and they'd go all deer in headlights on me. After a while, I just started slapping name tags on people.
Jason brought an awesome spread of ribs, crab cakes, chicken kabobs and vegetables. Thanks again, man.
Courtney took a bunch of photos, some of which I will share with you now ...
Evan brought his glorious bacon vodka, which was better than the shot I tried at Captain Larry's. But bacon vodka sounds better than it actually is.
Here I am, bacon vodka shot in hand, toasting Midnight Sun and Idle Hour and God knows what else.
This is me and Evan after the shot. I can still taste it in my mouth, which is really nasty.
Roommate Patchen started dropping shots of bacon vodka into pints of Resurrection and chugging them.
He offered me one. I cringed, respectfully declined and watched from the sidelines. That was probably the best decision I made all night.
I tried to confuse people by swapping name tags with Brendan, the bartender and co-owner. It worked on BA, who did a double take when he came in.
But I eventually gave up the ruse and stuck another sticker on my vest.
In case you're curious, the whole white shirt, vest and jeans is my tribute to Art Garfunkel.
I've been The Baltimore Sun's nightlife and local entertainment reporter for a couple years, and it's surprising how much the scene has grown in that time. Most of Baltimore's bars and clubs are unpretentious places with fairly cheap drinks and plenty of character. I like dancing and think this city needs more clubs, but nothing beats having a cold, locally brewed beer with friends in a comfortably full corner bar.
Comments
Darn, sorry I missed it. And Patchen, how were the "bacon bombs"?
Sam, hopefully, there will be another one soon!
Posted by: Drew from Greektown | August 29, 2008 12:31 PM
Looks/Sounds like it was a great time. I do wish I could've been there instead of pulling unruly Ravens fans off of each other because someone's girlfri... The story's not even worth it. Dumb drunks can ruin a working buzz.
Oh well, I'll be at the next one, especially now that you've added the Ravens schedule to the planning. One of us in here should've picked up on that sooner.
Posted by: Trouble | August 29, 2008 1:00 PM
heh. You guys all earned a spot on the VIP list at FuL.
Posted by: bryanintimonium | August 29, 2008 1:20 PM
Hahaha! I love the shot of Patchen taking the bacon bomb. What an excellent idea. By "excellent," I mean "life threatening." It looks like it took 100% of his concentration to ensure it all went down.
Posted by: Mykel | August 29, 2008 1:20 PM
Also, I'd like to note that we had three nightlife writers in one room: Mobtown Molly, JM "Nightcrawler" Giordano and yours truly.
I called Michael Byrne, who does a drinks column for the City Paper, but he said, and I quote, "Isn't 7 a little early to be drinking?"
Posted by: Sam Sessa | August 29, 2008 1:32 PM
Schedule another one so all of us that had other scheduled things to do (ravens game,conference,work,just cant hang.....)
Posted by: DavidS | August 29, 2008 1:45 PM
ARRGGGGHHHH! I was stuck in traffic all night long!! I SOOOOOO wanted to be there. :(
Posted by: Sue Hopper | August 29, 2008 1:49 PM
Why didn't you just get the fiance to whip up some scrambled eggs this morning to take the edge off the bacon taste? Yum.
Posted by: TS | August 29, 2008 2:10 PM
Yea Sammo... Get the schedule right next time. Although Senor Zink and I had a shot in your honor. BTW - I just left lunch at Mother's where it also looks like Colleen(sorry) had a pretty rough night.
Posted by: eCommerce Consultant | August 29, 2008 2:37 PM
In summertime, anyhow. Daylight is getting precious.
Posted by: Michael Byrne | August 29, 2008 4:08 PM
I for one made the massive mistake of having a Pigurrection / Pork Jesus / whatever Patchen was calling it - and normally I have a pretty high threshold for revulsion - but I definitely couldn't finish it.
But the whole thing was a pretty big and fun time!
Posted by: Evan | August 29, 2008 4:42 PM
Way to throw me under the bus Ethan! Yeah I'm pretty freaking tired and I gotta go back later tonight. $$$$$$
I love the pics! It looked like F-U-N. And I find it hilarious that the C.P. guy thought it was too early to drink. Maybe I should write that column!
Has anybody tried the cucumber vodka at Capt. Larry's yet? Do It!
Posted by: colleen_baltimore | August 29, 2008 5:08 PM
I really wanted to try that bacon vodka! oh well, next time.
I would like to send a "HOLLA" to my fellow colleague and stellar democratic enthusiast, owner of the Laughing Pint in Highlandtown. I pryed myself away from Lagers and stopped over there (for the 1st time) last night. Loved it! She pulled out a retro TV(rabbit ears included!) so we could watch Obama's slam-dunk speech. The Laughing Pint is going to start offering weekend brunch sometime in October.
Posted by: Nicholle | August 29, 2008 5:10 PM
sounds like it was a blast! i'm disappointed i couldn't make it, but i'll be there for the next one.
Posted by: Allan | September 2, 2008 9:27 AM
For the recrod, I named my bacon vodka/Resurrection Ale concoction the Jesus Pig. But Bacon Bomb and Pigurrection are equally entertaining names. Good show!
For those wondering about taste, the results were piglicious. The pig was undeniable.
Posted by: Patchen | September 2, 2008 9:33 AM
Looks like tons of fun! Can we arrange a Pippenza Extravaganza for when he breaks out of Hopkins?
Posted by: Kate Diehn | September 2, 2008 10:05 AM
Kate, believe it. We'll talk soon.
Posted by: Sam Sessa | September 2, 2008 10:09 AM
Evan,
I take it that the devout Patchen's concoction was a potent unpotable delight, possibly nausea enhancing. Was it, by any chance, a gastric insult that you paid for the next day?
Posted by: GDA | September 2, 2008 12:26 PM