Yet another weekend that I didn't have anything planned out before Friday. Very chill. Very fun. The mark of a good weekend... not sleeping in your bed either night. Or is it? It has been so long, I can't remember if that is good or just plain SCANDALOUS. Friday, I hung out with a couple of girls that used to live in my building and a few guys that still do. We tried to get into 2 places to no avail. Those fighting Illini were making it hard on us. So we walked like a freakin' mile to this place called Zellas that is more chill and not as sports-oriented. It was a large coincidence that this guy I was thinking of meeting up with that night was there as well. I made a vow that I was not going to get drunk. That I was not going to spend too much money. No tab opening. So I stuck to my guns. Hey, I can have fun without alcohol, no matter what some stick-in-the-muds might think.
My first sober experience at the Hang Uppe. Good times! My girl Jo met me down there. She is the cutest of all time! I also ran into a girl from high school but not just any girl. She is from my neighborhood and we were pretty tight back in the day. She is 6'0 and looks like a Swedish supermodel. Her and I were the wicked stepsisters in the play Cinderella back in 3rd grade. Random! I decided I needed to slow dance with the guy I had drug there from Zellas... so after some kissy face with the boy, we headed off to his friend's ginormous apartment in the south loop. I remembered why sleeping on a couch, especially with 2 people, sucks so much ass. It had been awhile and I had forgotten.
The building behind us is having their back porch extended and pimpified, completely obscuring our view of the El, but also drounding out El noise. Those assholes decided to work on Saturday morning at 7am, so when I got back at 8, they were pounding and drilling away. Damn guys! You have been working on this since since September. You aren't building the fucking Pyramids back there! Get on with it! Then get out of our lives! So sick of being catcalled when I am feeling like ass and looking like one too on a Monday morning. It was impossible to sleep that morning, so I inhaled some secondhand cheeba smoke courtesy of a roommate who was also trying to sleep, and boy did that help. Slept all day. Felt like a million. Didn't even go out that night. Stayed in with a case and great conversation.
Went rollerblading yesterday. It was 74 at one point! What a gorgeous day... they kind of day that reminds me why I moved here in the first place. I am ever so sore right now, and that tells me I need to get off my ass more often so an hour long rollerblading trip doesn't make me feel like I am crippled with arthritis the next day.
You always have to have something to look forward to. If you don't have anything fun or exciting pending, what is the point of getting out of bed? It can be something as small as procuring some caffeine-riddled beverage en route to work, or something as huge as a Memorial Weekend Vegas trip. Whoah, my office just got really dark. I was keeping the lights off and typing with the assistance of sunlight, but some monster cloud must have just come along, because I am now leaning into the screen and squinting. Hang on. Turing on a light. Ah! My eyes! My eyes! Pupils... adjusting. Just as the sun comes back out. Lights off. Better. Tangent much?
As I was saying, you always have to have something to look forward to. I get mighty depressed when I don't have anything exciting coming up. So right now I am in a fabulous state of mind because I have much to look forward to. Some of my best girls will be in town this weekend for a close friend's bachlorette party. I am going to head over to Boy's Town this week and get her something from here. She would expect nothing less from a dirty pervert like me. It has been SO LONG since I have gone out with a large group of women, so I am super duper excited.
I have weddings coming up and a Memorial Weekend vegas trip to plan and a Cubs season to look forward to and my Molly is coming home soon, so I am as happy as a little clam. Are clams happy? Who came up with that?
Oooh, I forgot about this until I just looked on my desktop. I was on the El last week and spotted a guy dressed like a lamb holding a sign that said "LAMB CHOPS? WHO APPROVED THAT?" I was intrigued. Who was this guy (or girl)? Was their message spurred by their vegitarinism? (is that a word?) Where did they get that costume? Were they hot in there? Why were they standing on Belmont Ave waving this sign at passersby? I just had to take a picture. The little dance he/she was doing was adorable. Who knew lambs had rythmn? Everyone on the El platform was cracking up.
Please go visit THE LEON. If he wasn't blond, shorter than me and in Ohio, we would be exchanging vows right... about... now.