Guitar, Beers, and Friends on a Saturday Night at Emmit's
The evening started small — one guy on an acoustic guitar in an apartment with the radiator going and a window AC unit still in the frame in January, playing through a few songs while the rest of us sat around. Then the whole group headed out to Emmit's Irish Pub for the rest of the night.
Emmit's is the kind of Chicago bar with martini specials chalked on green boards over the brick — Taffy Apple Martini, seven dollars — and Goose Island on the Saturday specials board, though nobody was ordering martinis. At some point a round tray showed up loaded with more Guinness pints than there were hands to hold them, which set the tone for the back half of the night.
Mostly it was standing around the bar in packs of three and four, arms over shoulders, thumbs up at whoever was nearest. One friend spent a while under a leopard-print hat that was not his. The tray of stouts did not survive long.