I can't get the acoustic version of "Gin and Juice" out of my head. See, last night, ex-roomie and I made a bet on who covered that song. I said Blues Traveler. I swore 100% that it was John Poppers voice. He said Phish. In my heart, I knew the version we were listening to could not have possibly been Phish. Trey does not have a Southern twang.
Turns out we were both wrong. So I didn't make $100 dollars, which makes me sad in pants. But I didn't lose $100 dollars, which makes me happy in pants!
Right now, I am trying to figure out how Flickr works. I just assumed you can upload your photos and then get a link that you could use as an image source so the photos can appear on here. But I don't think it works like that. I wanted you to see some photos from last night. Ima gonna go figure this out and come right back. Hold on.
Yeah. I think I am an idiot. I tried to set up a slide show, but I couldn't figure out how to put commentary on it.
Woo hoo! Yes! I figured out how to do it. Man, either I am fucking dumb or Flickr is kind of confusing. I think it is because I am on a MAC. Half the time I can't view things or click on things because I am surfing a PC dominated internet. But suck it, Flickr. I done cracked your code. Andrew, you can suck it too. I am up to 92% of my space for pictures... but keep your precious 8%, Andrew. Flickr is my bitch now!
Let me back track for a minute, if you will. Tuesday, Dio turned 26. I finally got to meet his gorgeous sister and wonderful father. I immediately felt comfortable and had a great time that night. We were going to go to the Sox game, but since Mother Nature was still being a whore, we decided to just go to dinner and stay warm instead.
We went to Dio's favorite restaurant, Sabatino's. I love it there. It's dark and cozy and the waiters are straight off the boat from Italy. They have two men stroll around to serenade you. When Dio and I went there for the first time, they came over and played us a couple of songs on a guitar and violin. I looked over at Dio to see if he was going to push a meatball with his nose over to my plate. But no such luck. The food is good, the ambiance is great, and the check doesn't make you want to slit your wrists.
This has to be one of my favorite pictures of all time. It so freakin' adorable I'm gonna pop.
We went back to his house after dinner for cake, presents and Blind Justice.
Hey, that show might just make it. Next week, these thugs steal his seeing eye dog. I almost cried when I saw that preview. Jim Dunbar get sucker punched (anytime you punch a blind guy, it's a sucker punch) and while he is on the ground, they take Hank, his seeing eye dog and put him in the trunk. He screams, "Don't take my dog!" and chases the car, but he trips over some obstruction and down he goes again. I guess he really does need Hank. Seeing eye dogs are freakin' expensive. Like $30,000. If they get stolen, or run away or don't prevent you from being hit by a car, do you get your money back? Hold on to that receipt, Jim Dunbar.
Tangent much? Anyway, it was a lovely evening. His mom even made cookies and sent them home with me. My taste buds love you, but my love handles curse you.
Dio blows out the widdle candles on his widdle cake.
As you well know, last night was Cinco De Mayo. People were OUT and ABOUT. Give a Chicagoan any excuse to drink and they will.
Holy shit, it's Arbor Day??? Where are we doing Happy Hour? I'll be there at 4:45!
But Cinco De Mayo, much like St. Patty's Day, seems to be a super hyped up day of debauchery. Those Mexicans and Irish sure know how to have a good time, and since Mexicans and Irish make up 75% of Chicago's population, every single bar in the city celebrates these holidays like no other.
I started the mass e-mailing on Tuesday asking my crew where we should head for some margarita madness. Since I pretty much call the shots, I settled on Barcelona.
Bad call, Bethany.
Too crowded. No tables, except downstairs, where it is so dank, dark and smokey that you can't see 5 inches in front of your face.
Sandy gets the night started off right.
My bitches humored me and stayed for an hour, but once Dio tried to come meet up with us and bitched about the line of 7 people being "Too long! Jesus!" we filed out and decided to head over to Durkin's. I am pretty monogamous to Durkin's. He's been pretty good to me over the years. Although I may stray every once in awhile, I always come back to him. He's home to me. He doesn't even mind if I've contracted oral herpes. He loves me anyway.
We are greeted at the door by a gorgeous girl who slaps free sombreros on our heads. We are then told it's $15 for all you can drink margaritas and all you can eat taco bar. OH GOD DURKINS! Yes! Give it to me! I'll never cheat again!
Man, I really surround myself with the finest studs Chicago has to offer. Good breeding stock. If only the middle two liked poonanee.
You can see the joy, anticipation and excitement on our faces.
It's like ebony and ivory. Maybe I won't go tanning after work tonight. I am becoming tanorexic. Aw! Dio is so affectionate! And he only has eyes for me.
Fuck. Maybe not.
Heather is shocked by this lewd homosexual behavior.
So I decided to put a stop to it...
...and all is right with the world again. OLE!
Mmmmm... tequila-y goodness.
Tequila is NUMBER ONE!
Tequila, I tip my hat to you.
Wait, don't I have to fuckin' WORK tomorrow?!?!?!
I also figured out how to do a slideshow... Check it out.
Thanks Flickr!
Random Fact Of The Day: Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks; otherwise it will digest itself.