Moe’s Cantina and the Birthday Serenade
Last summer, which was full of great stories of varying degrees of believability, a group of 6 of us went to Moe’s Cantina after a Cubs game. Aside from the fact that all the waitresses were wearing sexy tight corsets, the place was packing heat. As we were sitting there with our first round, we look over and see a group of 6 girls sitting around a booth table, casually enjoying their shared appetizers and fruity drinks.
They seemed to be passing around what looked like a greeting card, so we guessed one of them was celebrating a birthday. Having a bona fide opera singer among us, we decided they needed a serenade, a loud, obnoxious, conversation-stopping, bar-silencing “Happy Birthday to You”. But instead of just going over directly, we thought it would be fun to build some suspense, so we had our tight-corset-wearing waitress (who was also worth our undivided attention, but we decided on the group over the lone star) drop off a note at their table, straight out of elementary school, something to the effect of “Celebrating a Birthday?, [check yes or no].”
The cheesy note worked, and the girls were giggling and looking around, wondering where it came from. As we waited for the right moment, our plan almost blew up right in front of our face. A group of guys was walking by on their way out, and the girls, thinking they had written the note, started talking to the dudes. They almost stole our set, but their conversation must not have been engaging enough and they were soon dismissed. Time to move in for the kill, before some other douches try to roll our girls again.
We rolled over, sat down, chatted them up, and sang for the birthday girl. Our goals of being obnoxious, making conversation stop and getting everyone in the place to look at us were met. After the informal show, we exchanged several phone numbers, to add to the ever growing, though thoroughly unreliable, list of girls you can call out of desperation when you realize the party you’re throwing is likely to be a sausage fest that would make any Bavarian proud.
They didn’t come to the party, and we never saw the girls again. But it was a more memorable evening than had we just sat around finishing our Buds talking about how sweet we are, how hot girls around are, or how much certain people suck.
September 14th, 2006 at 10:36 am
[…] The City Fabric In addition to being a large city with a brutal winter, having no significant competing summer destinations in a 200 mile radius, and having fun young people, Chicago also delivers an amazing city fabric that would vault it towards the top of any list. Every weekend a different part of the city has a street festival, where a few blocks of the city are closed to make way for live music, art, beer, food, and lots of people in a very merry mood. From Lincoln Park to Old Town to Wrigleyville, you’re sure to find a place to sing along massive 80’s long-haired rock with Headbangers Ball or join local favorites Mike and Joe. Cubs games are always classic, being in one of the oldest stadiums in baseball, cheering on the perennially mediocre Cubs, downing Old Style, marveling at the city skyline and the passing L’s. And after the games any of the plethora of bars in the vicinity will be packed with more of the same fun loving people. Depending on your taste you can roll Sports Corner for a standard sports bar, High Tops for a sketchy dance club, Bar Celona for a little more trendy, or Moe’s Cantina . The lakefront never disappoints with plenty of beach volleyball on North Beach, at the foot of the proud skyscrapers, and a convenient, boat shaped Castaway’s at arms reach for a smooth cocktail whenever the sun is just beating down too hard. […]