VOLKAN, "My" Bar, & Drumming Monkey

"I LOVE HIP HOP TOO!"

The crew of deux crews attempted to choreograph a nightclub pop-in near 25th and Kedzie this past Saturday. See, this area is a bit lightly traveled for all parties involved and with a group such as ours, we knew the party was where WE were. After a search of police-laden sidestreets for parking, Valet Jones found a decent spot two-three blocks away. Until this moment, myself and JR believed both X and Wes knew eachother, or met once at least. This confusion was shortly debunked in priorites as a raucous crowd of ladies across the street howled and whisted at our quite macked out crew. Those animals, hahahah.

FF [>>] - We get within steps of the door of Volkan and the rotating heads and puffed out chests ensued. No more than six seconds after taking our place at the end of the line, a security/doorman/valet(?) walks up to inform us most of our articles of clothing aren't within dress code regulations. Immediately, I was quite secure in stepping yards away to another establishment, due to the highly likely overcrowding in whatever place we had just walked up to.

One quick Google Maps search later, we were en route to Taylor Street and Bar Louie. Now, I've seen these places for years and years, but have never even been to one. We slid our macked out selves into "my" place and hopped up to the bar. The Dos Equis draught special got tagged up immediately and we were all feeling better. A cheeseburger pizza had the UFC Pimp occupied for a bit, but damn sure looked good. After settling up, we strolled on down Taylor St., I dismissed memories of high school times in the area, and we all knew two places were poppin' due to the bit of noise ahead of us.

A place we passed on the way to Bar Louie called "Drum & Monkey" had a small crowd out front.
OOOO BOOOOMBS!!!!!!

That seemed to be a siren song for the deux crews and we soon had a bucket and round, or round of buckets, or a bucket of rounds. =]
As the night was being partied away, we were soon joined by a newly married young woman, who was quite the delight. Her husband soon joined the table and there was another round or two that were ON POINT! Steve, from PA, way to go, way to go!

This saga of an evening would've ended had it not been for Jack aka Basura, and one apartment building roof.

A night out with the guys that is comparable to some of the best events in almost twenty-two years.

They all got to meet my boy, all together, He warmed us throughout. His poinant timing as the alcohol thinned our blood was to me like the comforter pulled over my shoulder on those February nights.
As he peeked up over the lakeside Chicagoan "mountain-side", the party got SOOOO hip hop.
The rooftop cypha got caught by the Storm and here it go.