Showing posts with label taste of chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label taste of chicago. Show all posts

Friday, July 6, 2007

Hillbilly's

Hillbilly's seem to amaze me the older I get. For Example, I went to the Taste of Chicago, which is the breeding ground for hillbilly activitity. Let me paint this picture, this guy was 45 years old with a White Sox jersey and his one eye was crossed because he was so hammered. A slack-jawed Cleatus approached me, while I was thoroughly enjoying some chicken wings and asked me to buy some beer for him and his son, who was maybe 16. Because of my love for food, particularly wings, I ignored him and continued chowing. But my friend agreed to buy him beer because I guess a 2 beer minimum is just not enough for a good father-son bonding experience.


So I awkwardly agreed and bought 2 beers with his tickets. Therefore, I was an intregal part in this hillbilly's bonding session to pass along his trash and overall inappropriateness to his son.