What a funtacular weekend! I am very tired, very sore and very happy. And I feel very productive. I am reveling in this afterglow because the coming week and weekend has the potential to really suck. See, I am moving across town and the thought of packing up my entire life and tossing it into the back of a Enterprise Rent-A-Truck does little to excite me.
Today I have a meeting in Des Plaines with clients I have never met face-to-face but have talked to on the phone almost everyday for six months. I need to write like the wind. So I actually had to wake up on time and attempt to look presentable this morning. Which was quite hard considering I got 45 minutes of sleep on Saturday night. But I'll get to that in a minute.
I am starting to pick up the blogging pace again after a serious lull in desire. I have a great feeling about this summer (anything will be better than the on-and-off misery of last summer) so I am going to want to remember it. It has already gotten quite interesting and it is barely spring. Although it has been completely gorgeous this whole month.
So... on to the weekend. Friday night started off a bit slowly. H and I hemmed and hawed and weren't quite sure what to do with ourselves. But a call from our friend Teenus dictated that we were to meet her at Durkin's for a few drinks before the night was set in stone. So we did. My friend Jeff, who I haven't seen in 2 and a half years came to meet up with me briefly. He looked... different. And I'll leave it at that. After we got tired of deflecting come-ons by over-the-hill suburbanites, we decided to jet over to Ontourage to visit our friend Erin at work. No line? No cash? No problem! H was pretty sober until the trays of cherry bombs kept reappearing again and again. So when we went to tear it up on the dance floor, she had to sit it out.
I tried to keep her company, but you can tell by the doofy look on her face that my words got lost. Oh, and I cut 6 inches off my hair and got it streaked a couple of weeks ago. I am waiting for it to grow out a bit and not look so soccer-mommy.
And what was the purpose of this?
The next thing I knew, she was gone. Our other waitress friend informed us she put her in a cab. Teenus and I got bored, so we decided to cab it back ourselves. And thank God. You know how you get a weird feeling sometimes and you just know that you need to check on someone? Well, I got that right before I got back to my neighborhood. I was supposed to go meet up with my new soulmate at Hydrate (I met a boy last weekend that I plum fell in love with. Kind of looks like Chris Daugherty from American Idol, but gay. Do they always have to be gay???) but I thought I should check on H first.
So I got to the driveway and saw a cab parked on the side of our place. What the fuck? I walked into the darkened front room and saw some movement on the couch. I flipped on the lights to see the cab driver on top of H! Are you fucking kidding me??? She was completely passed out and here was this short little foreign scumbag licking her face and dry humping her. I flipped the fuck out. I started screaming at him to get off of her and get the hell out of my house. Thank God all of her clothes were still on and that I wasn't that far behind her. Thank God I listened to my gut. It makes me sick to think what could have happened. He tore ass out of my house and jumped into his cab. Hindsight is 20/20, but I wish I would have gotten his cab number and called the cops. Lesson learned, we will never attempt to go home alone again. Christ almighty.
I awoke early the next morning (if you can call 10am early) and upon exiting my room, I spotted H in the hallways with a blank look on her face. It was my sad duty to inform her of the trangressions of the previous night. She was incredulous. And disgusted. My sista showed up unannounced (she needed to escape my mother for spell). So we set off towards my new neighborhood in the hopes of getting some measurements of the new apartment. We grabbed a bite at Piece and then browsed a furniture store. Unluckily, the current tenant had people in town, so we weren't able to take measurements. But he is moving out this Wednesday, so we are going on Thursday to start moving our stuff in! I can't believe it is finally happening!
After a two hour Target excursion (does anyone get out of Target without dropping at least $100?) we went back to get ready for the impending night. The only sure thing we knew is that we were to meet up with Dra and in that case, the night was sure to be a blast. We started out at Cactus, where she ditched us after 5 minutes of being there to go have dinner with some 100 year old man at The Signature Room. She promised to meet back up after dinner, but I had my doubts. Sure enough, 2 hours later, we got the call that a group would be converging at Sports Corner, my old stomping grounds. I felt a wee bit too dressed up for SC, but I was assured we were only meeting there and that we wouldn't dally too long. As I am typing, I have a British accent in my head. I've officially lost it.
So... Dra makes her appearance and rounds of shots are ordered. Her new group of guy friends meet us there. So then the camera makes it inevitable appearance.
The pilates pays off.
I am pulling for these two. They are effing adorable together. And he is a great guy. Totally worthy of one of my favorite people ever.
Aw.
My sister has a rubber face...
...and always manages to make any photo 100% more interesting.
I smell a new MySpace profile picture!
Gurl... what was you lickin' on?
Just how many pictures of Dra in this pose must I endure?
We got to pray just to make it today.
I find one of the guys in this group very attractive. He is my type. Tall, lean, kind of goofy, adorable face, younger than me and his beautiful blue eyes are a total bonus. I have resisted him in the past, but tonight I was feeling too good to put up a fight. He sat next to me and turned on the charm. So I had to reciprocate.
And Sista had to take pictures.
Really?
You don't say!
*Giggle* *Hair flip*
Sports Corner lost its luster, so we headed off to Iggy's in Bucktown because we thought it looked so damn cool, but the rooftop closed at 12, so we were relegated to the over-crowded downstairs room. Everyone got one beer and had to head back out. Dra suggested Can's, which I will probably be seeing a lot of this summer. Everyone sort of paired off (sorry Sista, we needed a surplus guy) and hung out.
Herbal Essences. A total organic experience.
Scientology rules!
I look slighty deranged. But happy.
Can's isn't really a place to go and dance, but at this point, it didn't matter.I was swing dancing to "September" and I didn't give a damn what anyone thought! We closed that place down but we still wanted to hang out, so we took everyone back to our place.
Dra and her boy decided to go to Beaumont's, but we pressed on. Well, Beaumont's must have sucked because they came over 10 minutes later, a 12 pack in hand. We introduced the guys to Charlie and hung out on the porch. At one point, I got tackled on the driveway. My elbow is a mess and I had to wear a long skirt to cover the huge scrape on my knee. All I did was steal someone's shirt and make them walk through my front yard IN BOYSTOWN ON A MAIN STREET. Didn't warrant a take down! He's still nursing some scrapes as well, so karma is bitch.
I needed this night. I still have the smile on my face. I have written and erased a few sentences. I guess it's hard to put into words. Suffice it to say, I was a good girl... but I still had fun. I haven't made out with anyone that intensely since college. At one point, I was upside down and I happened to look up at the TV. Are the Goo Goo Dolls trying to make a come back, or was all the blood rushing to my head fucking with my brain?
It is so nice to wake up next to someone who likes to cuddle in the morning. H and Sista did their best to get me out of my room by throwing the dog's bone past my door repeatedly and texting me a few times, but I took my sweet ass time getting out of bed. I was a complete gentleman and drove him home. I was spent. I got about 45 minutes of sleep and Sista wanted me to go back to Indiana with her to co-sign a loan on a motorcycle. My parents will be thrilled. So I pulled my shit together and we headed east. After taking the skyway and driving through Gary, we got there and THE FUCKING PLACE WAS CLOSED. Sista about had a conniption fit. But I went to Indiana with the purpose of visiting my friend J, so I took a nap in Sista's bed for a bit and did just that.
He is staying at his parent's house (a block away from my parent's house) while he recovers from surgery he had to remove a cancerous tumor from his foot. I love J with all my heart and while the reason why he is in town is awful, I feel blessed to be able to see him whenever I please in the coming months. He is an amazingly strong person and if anyone can get through this, he can.
For the first time in months, I had no trouble falling and staying asleep on a Sunday night. I woke up this morning refreshed and feeling great.
So this week will consist of working out, packing and furniture shopping. I have lost three more pounds and the more that come off, the more motivated I am. I tried on a bikini on Saturday and I didn't want to totally slit my wrists. So... yay!
But who has that kind of time on their hands? Oh yeah... me.