Howdy, pardners!
Whatta weekend! My gimpy roommate Kevin's birthday was on Friday. Poor dear just had knee surgery, but he was a little trooper, drinking beers and poppin' pain pills! Everyone started dropping like flies, but not me, no sir! I hiked my fanny over to Zella's and shook it a bit. Thank God for Tina, I don't know how in the hell I would have gotten home. I woke up in my knee high boots. Disoriented. Cotton mouthed. Craving Cozy's (A Thai place by me... apparently they aren't open at 9:30 am. Bastards!) I wandered downstairs and convinced Rob to go with me to Einstein's. 3 hours later, we got to the front of the line and actually ordered. Then another hour and then we actually got our food.
Great Jumpin' Josephat, spring, like, sprung this weekend. But I know this all-too-well, Mother Nature, you teasing whore. You did this to us last year. Got our hopes all up with 60 degree weather and then crushed our genitalia beneath your spike heel of icy temperatures. No es justo! I knew it was too good to last, so I made sure Priscilla and I got out and about and shopped our little fannies off! The line at H&M's fitting room was soooo long that we said "Fuck it" and just bough the clothes without trying them on. MIS-TAKE. My tiggle bitties did not fit into 2 tops that I bought... so I am going to have to either wrap them with Ace bandages or lose copious amounts of weight. I am working on the latter... thank you!
I went to a Mardi Gras party on Saturday night. Check it out...
My roommate Casey was in rare form. Jen used 1 handle of vodka and 1 handle of rum for each batch. It was so packed it was hard to move. People got out of control. The cops came. Great party.
I am not going to even comment on the Oscars. Wait, too late. LOTR. Fuck you. Billy Crystal. I love you. That beginning was the coolest thing ever. That and the Will Ferrell/Jack Black song were ever-so-delightfully funny! Everything else made me want to jump into a deep hole. What was up with Peter Jackson's wife's hair? It's like she ratted it and stuck some cloth flowers in it. No, it's not LIKE... that is what SHE ACTUALLY DID.
I got access to a scanner.... which is too little too late since I dropped $350 on a digital camera yesterday. Watch out! This little slice of web heaven is soon going to be populated by all sorts of images. Yee ha!
Here are some photos from the Superbowl party:
Priscilla, Heather, me and Molly, right before we got to see Janet's mammary.
I miss my Mo Mo!
Me and Robbie D.
Me, Rob and Katie Perry... plays the bagpipes!
The next images are of me and my chicas nuevas favoritas. Watch out boys, we'll chew you up!
Craig, Marty, Alex, Priscilla and Rob rock the Wrigleyville Pub Crawl, an event planned for months in advance, where all the rules changed 5 minutes before we left.
Two random shots I had room on the scanner for:
Me, Katie, Jen and Megan, rocking the Casbah in our black tops and white skirts. We didn't plan it. We just ended up sharing one brain cell by the end of the summer.
This is the view from my bedroom. How jealous are you?