the huge explosion

Timmy was a friend of ours who had an insane love affair with alcohol. I do not think I knew Timmy sober, he was always wired on vodka. Always. And so he was a fun person to go out with because you never knew what would happen.

One freezing cold night, after hopping from one bar to another, we had just arrived at Lemmings on Damen in Wicker Park. It was me, M, Billy and Timmy - and he was way ahead of us on the intoxication barometer. As I got out of our car, another car pulls up next to us and rolls down it's window. Here's what occurred from then on...

Guy in Car: Excuse me, but do you know where the Explosion is?
Me: The explosion?
Guy in Car: Yeah, this new bar called the Explosion?

As I turn to ask the guys if they had heard of this place, Timmy lunges into the window of the strange car and screams in complete madness with spittle spraying out everywhere: EXPLOSION? THERE'S BEEN A HUUUUGGGGE EXPLOSION!

With this, the driver hits the gas, with Timmy still half way in the window, his legs kicking out into the air. After about ten feet, the car slams on it's brakes and Timmy gets pushed out of the window, onto the pavement, and rolls to the curb.

Timmy's vodka shots were on us the remainder of the night.

We have never stopped laughing about the HUUUUGGGGE EXPLOSION!