Whatta weekend! Best one I've had in over a year. And boy, did I need it.
It is crazy how I am in such a different mental state than I was just one week ago. My face even aches from smiling. I guess that saying "it's always darkest before the dawn" is true. Fanfuckingtastic.
Chicago in the winter. BLECH. It is officially cold and will stay that way until mid-July. Can't really complain since it was 63 degrees on Friday and Saturday. I wore a damn sheer shirt sans jacket on Friday night. In Chicago. In mid-November. So suck on that, Laguna Beach... which interestingly enough... they were in Chicago at Crobar on Friday night. And we were amped to go. I mean, I want to see with my own two eyes the palatable sexual tension between L.C. and Jason and Jason and Alex M. and Jason and Jessica and Jessica and Dieter. But we suddenly realized that we AREN'T 13-year-old girls and took a pass.
So instead, we dusted off our IDs and hit the bars. But not before we went to LLs for a few pre-party cocktails. See, her man was out of town and she asked me to spend the weekend over there with her. I brought my toothbrush and everything! Thursday night, she cooked me spaghetti made me some stiff ass Bloody Mary's (trying to get me drunk) and we fell asleep spooning to Telemundo. It was a blast! But I digress.
We headed out to meet up with Sandy and Daddy God knows where. I mean, honestly, I have no idea where I was. Out friend Tenus gave me some wacky diet pill, so I felt like I was floating out of my body. I didn't even need to drink. I floated on a cloud of jittery bliss. So, we might have been the the Ukrainian Village. Or in the actual Ukrain. Fuck if I know. There was a dirty dance floor and some loud, pulsating bass. That's all I needed.
As requested by my girl Aida, I have plenty of pictures to accompany my tales.
This was on the way to to club. No alcohol had even been consumed by either one of these lovely ladies.
Maybe my first actual shot of just H and me. Fun. It was time to dance.
So to the dance floor we did go.
For some ungodly reason, everytime I pose with Daddy, I make this stupid fucking face. And tuck those tits in, girl!
LL started off the night by booty bumping with some random dude.
Looks like I am hanging on for dear life.
Wake up, seepy head!
H looks like any second, pea soup is going to shoot out of her mouth.
Keep in mind, we were the only people actually dancing on the dance floor. People should have been tipping us.
Also keep in mind, the dance floor is extremely filthy... and LL is spread eagle on the floor wearing a white sweater. She is also extremely filthy. And that's why we love her.
After we got bored with that and people who shall remain nameless squatted to pee in front of a car that was in front a huge window in the club, we hailed taxis and made our way back east.
LL got her hands on a whistle and decided to annoy the piss out of her cab driver. Seriously, I could not count all the cab drivers in this city that are traumatized from dealing with me and my crew.
I took this photo right after someone pulled her back into the cab.
We went to our fave late night spot, Big City Tap. It was packed. Why is the ratio 2:1 at any given late night spot? If you go in looking for ass, you only have a 50% chance of scoring... but when you really think about it, probably only a 3% chance because you are an ugly troll that goes to late night spots looking for ass. I had to fend off 4 or 5 said trolls in the span of half an hour. While some of my female counterparts engaged in conversations, I just stood against the wall, looking bored and shooting death rays at any short loser that attempted to approach me. I'd had enough, so I called a friend and got the heck out of there.
No sleep til Brooklyn! My noisy roomies made sure I was up and at 'em at 9. LL called to hang out and they tagged along. We went downtown to bask in the glorious weather along with all the tourists and ended up eating at TGIFridays. I took two bites and shoved the plate violently away from me. Damn diet pills. I have to find out what those are. I wasn't hungry all day.
We grabbed some more Bloody Mary mix and went back to LLs to imbibe and watch "Mean Girls." She'd never seen it. BLASPHEMY! We all giggled and I drank a drink with pickle chips in it. How gross is that?!?! But it made me feel so damn good. I got my second wind. And then walked home. And lost it.
I tried to take a nap to no avail, yet time flew and before I knew it, I was scheduled to be getting ready to go out again. My body protested. After everyone I was supposed to go out with wimped out... I flipped a coin. Heads, I stay in... tails, I go out. I really didn't want to get ready. DAMN! Tails it was. So I got ready and left those lame bastards. After receiving a guilt trip message from my boy Robbie Cocktail, I knew I had made the right decision. AND HOW.
I showed up to Sopo 2 hours tardy. Everyone was there. It was a going away party for one of my boys from the Dorm. He is moving to Miami and he'll be sorely missed. I ordered up some sangria and got the party started.
I really, really miss my Dorm compadres. I had the best year of my life hanging out with those crazy fools and now that we have all gone our separate ways, it is really sad. 2 of us are getting married soon, 2 of us are moving, 1 of us had already moved, 3 of us have fallen off the face of the earth, one of us is BANNED, and a few more are here and there, but it just ain't the same. So for one night, us and most of the people who hung out there all the time converged and it was glorious. I got my fill of hugs and sappy "I love you, I miss you's" to last me for awhile.
I had to get a shot of Fulk to prove he was there. He'd been drinking since 11am, I think, and he didn't last very long. Once I saw him grind, which is a very un-Fulky thing to do, I knew it was best that he headed home. I look like I am about to bite the head off a live bat.
I miss Jen! She was always our "cruise director" and would plan such fun things to do. Sandy thought a fun thing to do would be to pet me.
Sandra D. and me. Do I have suddenly have Down's Syndrome?
I am sad I didn't get a picture of all of us, but people were here, they were there, they were everywhere. I didn't want to pull a mom-picture-Nazi-move and herd everyone into the same spot, so I have to settle for pictures of the people I hung out with the most.
At one point in the night, my ex-roomie Casey and Sandy realized that the are perfectly matched dancing partners. They both have rythmn, but neither one of them care what anyone else thinks and they were both loving entertaining the crowd. And they had some moves that were truly fantastic.
AW YEAH!
White Man's Overbite. Ya heard?
At one point, I asked Sandy to do her famous shopping cart move, but she pulled out all the stops and debuted "The Strike." She through her imaginary ball down her imaginary lane, prayed for a strike and threw her arms triumphantly in the air when her prayers were answered. Sadly, my camera was in my purse. Capturing the look of awe on everyone's faces would have been sweet.
Post-dance off bliss.
We pretty much closed down that bar and predictably headed over to Hang Uppe. No one wanted to say goodnight just yet. I stayed sober and was a mere spectator to the humor the ensued. I rolled in about 5am. I have no idea how my old ass managed to hang for so long.
This week is shaping up nicely. Tonight, I am going to Sandy's cook dinner and watch Prison Break. Then tomorrow, I have a focus group out on Harlem and Lake. All I have to do is talk about my shopping habits at Target for 2 hours and they hand me $100 cash! Then I am heading back downtown to The Lucky Strike to celebrate Tenus and Boyer's b-days. That oughta be a hoot.
Speaking of hoots, I got a part time job at THE GAP on Michigan Avenue. I am going to be working some late nights doing stock for the holidays. The pay ain't bad and I get a 30% to 50% discount. It'll be a GAPTACULAR Christmas for my loved ones. I've worked stock at Gap before. Basically, you get to open boxes just like Christmas! Oooooh! Pink cashmere hoodies! Wee!
Thursday, I am going to go play a little NTN Trivia with my homeboy and our combined intelligence will be a force to be reckoned with. Bring it!
Holy hell, this was one long ass entry. It's almost time to get out of work!
Hurray for Diaryland! Making Bethany's work days seem shorter since 2002!