Hello my lovelies!
I am one tired, whipped little puppy dawg. My friend Dustin think I may have sleep apnea. All I know is I woke up like every 5 minutes last night, and tossed and turned, and the precious minutes I actually did sleep were peppered with disturbing dreams. One I was car-jacked with a tire iron by 3 mustachioed men, and all the while I was crying out "Mommy! Mommy!" What the hell? Another, I went to Vegas, but instead of being with the 8+ girls I am traveling there with for Memorial Day Weekend, I was rooming with my parent's and this annoying-ass girl I went to college with. Needless to say, I was pissed. Plus we were staying at some run-down shithole that was definitely keeping it "old school." As in "really old school." As in "this place is fucking dead." (Swingers!) Weirdness personified.
Looooooong weekend. Gooooooood weekend. Don't remember much of Friday as Kevin and I decided to start inhaling Gray Goose and lemonades at 7pm. An impromptu party followed, where someone puked on our porch. Always a sign of a good time. Damn vodka. Vodka is really evil. You can't really taste it, it goes down smoothly, but all of a sudden, it bum rushes your ass and forces you to stumble home with the help of your poor sober friend who is kind enough to buy you pumpkin seeds at 7-11, which seemed like a good idea at the time, but not so much when you wake up with them lodged in your throat. Maybe that's just me.
Saint Patrick's Day is such a huge event in Chicago. I went to Strange Cargo and procured myself a Chicago Irish t-shirt and a Guinness Hat. A sea of green washed over Clark and Addison. We could not sit idly by! That called for a spur-of-the-moment pub crawl! So after I doled out $130 for my newly dyed Rainbow Brite do, I decided to don my I (HEART) Beer tee and start crawling. The fruits of my labor are posted below.
This was at the first bar we went to... and 90% of the people already look hammered.
They are so fabulous, you just can't resist!
I look like I am growling!
Damn, Kevin is T-A-L-L!.
Kon and I. Classic.
This would have been a great roommate shot if random Michelle Tanner look-a-like hadn't jumped in!
I have no idea who this is, but he doesn't look happy.
Yesterday was the South Side Irish Parade. Always great time! We took a bus from my favorite Purdue Bar, Durkin's. $25 for all you can drink. And all you can smuggle in your backpack. Whoever brought that was wearing their thinkin' cap that morning.
Chill and I on the bus
We ended up going to 2 random house parties and not even seeing a lick of the parade.
Aw! Baby's first beer!
Teresa, Heather, Chill and me 3 seconds after we walked right through the parade.
Man, those South Siders sure are rough on us Cub fans. They gave Kon so much shit about his Cubs hat. We were glad to get back north before the stoning began.