Union Station Bar

Why is this venue not talked about on Metromix. Melissa and I decided it was our #1 hot spot. Yes, I am kidding. It is not so much a bar as it is a few tables and chairs w/ a stand that serves alcohol in a hallway on your way out of the station. But that was fine that was all we needed. It did provide for great people watching…I wish I would’ve remembered my camera was in my bag and I wish I had been drunk so that I wouldn’t care if people saw me taking their picture. I don’t think the strangers walking by will sound as funny as they looked, but you know I’m going to try anyway. Melissa had had a couple glasses of champagne at her office before she met up w/ me so she was enjoying the ambiance even more then I was. (Wait a minute…I thought she was held up at the office till 6:30 cause of all the work she had??!) Within 45 seconds of each other we noticed the following: there was a massively LARGE middle-old aged man sitting at the bar about to pass out while one of his buddies proceeded to fill his glass w/ the remainder of their pitcher. Something tells me he didn’t really need anymore. The man’s face and body posture including his COLOSSAL beer gut was funny enough to cause a hearty laugh alone-especially considering where we were. For some reason I find complete wastedness in the Union bar more out of place then in say…an Irish pub. Maybe the fact that it was not even 7 had something to do w/ it too. Then a man and his girlfriend walked by. He was carrying his dry cleaning and had a VERY impressive hat made out of about 45 balloons (the kind you make animals out of). Melissa and I were jealous and if I had been drunk I probably would’ve tried to barter for it. Again, you had to see it in order to completely appreciate, for the man was not your typical balloon hat wearing gentleman and yet he walked as if there was nothing out of the ordinary going on above his eyebrows. Next a man walked by wearing a giant chinchilla coat that I thought looked like he had cleaned the Metra’s seats w/. Melissa explained to me that he was pimpin and it was hot-that’s when I noticed her cute pink boots that she got at Famous Barr for $20. After that a “man” that was apparently listening to our conversation about how we were both Pisces, tried to join in by saying he dated a Pisces and it ended badly. It took him about 3 minutes to get that sentence to come down from his brain out of his mouth, I just thought it was because he was lying and bad at it but later he definitely proved that it was because he was wasted.