When a Goose Has a Night on the Town

Sometimes Mother Goose goes a little overboard. There are days when Mother Goose simply over-extends her energies. Now and then, I forget my natural limitations. Once in awhile, I think that I might be twenty-five years old again…

And then sometimes Mother Goose must pay the price for all the fun.

Saturday evening started out innocently enough. We enjoyed a lovely chicken dinner prepared by the hands of Mother Goose. Taking advantage of the offer of date night, Mother Goose was overjoyed to jump into the car and drive Mr. Mother Goose to something different (for us anyway…). The Vic theater in Chicago was having a special evening showing of “Tower Heist” — it was Brew and View night. That should have raised some red flags with Mother Goose, but she’s just always looking for the next adventure.

So off we went.

Upon arrival at the Vic theater, we were thrilled to be paying only $5.00 for our tickets and $3.00 for popcorn and M&M’s. And we each had a brew. They had cute little table and chair arrangements all around the theater for the patrons. We found a seat right up front, and Mother Goose gasped at the beauty of the restored theater.

It's so baroque...

Please excuse the glasses of Mr. Mother Goose...

The movie began, the sound was muffly, and after 104 minutes, the movie ended. It was just OK.

We walked out of the theater and turned right. We walked to the end of the block, then crossed the street. And there was the dance club that Mother Goose has been hearing about for years, but was never invited to. For obvious reasons, I suppose….

Berlin. It’s described as the “neighborhood dance bar of the future.” And you know that Mother Goose does love to dance. A romantic waltz, a lively polka, “do the pony” and maybe just some old-fashioned square dancing — the perfect way to expend a little energy and have a gay old time.

We need to go back for Lady Tron...

Well, sadly, there were no other patrons at Berlin for us to dance with. I have since been informed that the “action” doesn’t even begin until after midnight. We had a little bit more of brew, and then walked out. Quietly, so as not to awaken the sleeping bartender.

The night was still young for us crazy Chicago nightlife crawlers. Way too early to retire to our sleepy suburban scene. For goodness sakes, it was only 9:30 on a Saturday night! Wooohoooo let’s have some fun!

The next venue we explored was Trader Todd’s which is billed as “the best karaoke and tiki bar in Chicago”. WOW! Now that sounds like our kinda place, right? They had a pretty neon sign out front which was what caught the eye of Mother Goose. I really do like neon.

We were very surprised that the bouncer did not ask to see our picture IDs. In fact, we were not carded at Berlin either. The only place they needed to confirm our old age was at the movie theater. Probably because the movie was rated PG-13…

We went into the Trader Todd place expecting the best karaoke EVER. It was the first time that Mother Goose had ever stepped into a karaoke club OR a tiki bar for that matter! And here we were at the best one! Wow! We ordered a brew again and a large plate of Todd’s famous quesadillas and listened for the sweet sounds of karaoke.

OMIGOSH it was not the best. It wasn’t even mediocre. It was just plain old boring! Mr. Mother Goose could not stop yawning as he nibbled his quesadillas! We probably could have really lit the place up ourselves, and truly we did consider getting up there to sing our hearts out. But they didn’t have our favorite duet, Jackson by Johnny Cash and June Carter.

So we just decided that Chicago was a nice place to visit, but it just wasn’t our kind of excitement after all. We did the very best we could to have a crazy fun time, but it was just a lot of hohum for us. We strolled hand in hand back to our car, ripped the parking violation ticket off the windshield and threw it on the ground. Mr. Mother Goose said, “Hmmmph.”

Mother Goose honked. And we drove off into the moonlit night.

And the next day, Mother Goose spent the whole day on the couch being cared for by her many children.

And that’s a blessing.


9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bunn
    Jan 11, 2012 @ 13:22:54

    Haha maybe you should of went out later and perhaps some Ectasy would have made it more enjoyable!!


  2. Dianna
    Jan 11, 2012 @ 13:50:18

    Well, Mother Goose: I’m so sorry your wild night on the town turned out to be a flop. Goodness: nothing just seemed to be what you expected. Maybe next time! Keep us posted!


  3. yearstricken
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 18:31:53

    Wow. You stay up past 9:30 p.m.? I’m impressed.

    I loved the part where you wrote “and then walked out. Quietly, so as not to awaken the sleeping bartender.”


  4. Three Well Beings
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 22:32:30

    I think you create merriment wherever you go! Sounds like you had a good time! Fun post with a movie review included! Love the idea of a Brew and View night. Glad you got out of the nest for a while. Debra


  5. ElizOF
    Jan 16, 2012 @ 04:31:39

    You are a joy to read and I’m sure you spread it wherever you go. Loved the photos and the shared evening. WooHoo!


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