I have been putting off the adding of another entry, but I don't want ya'll to lose interest in me. So here I am. Ok, I just had to go back through that sentance to correct 7 typos. My brain works too fast for my fingers. It could be worse. It could work too slow and I would be like "typie typie typie... duh... typie... uh... um... typie... shit."
Cubs about broke my heart this weekend. I attended my first game of the season scantily clad, and I was cursing myself the whole time I was stuck in the shade with 75 mile per hour winds whipping through the stands. We went and stood in the sun-soaked beer garden for a bit and consumed hot dogs and felt like a herd of freakin' cattle because the deck was so damn packed. Molly and I said "F THIS" and went to go throw on something more than 2 band-aids and a washcloth. Pretty random weekend. Absolutely fantastic outside other than that. Yesterday was amazing weather-wise, but all I did was sit my lazy ass inside with Kon and Rob and watch the Cubs. I love sitting downstairs and watching the freak parade. We have a front-row view of everyone who attends the games and everyone who just wanders around outside because apparently they have nothing better to do and are so broke-ass, they can't afford $10 standing-room-only tickets.
This city is so damn diverse, and that is why I love it. For example, yesterday Mo, Chill and I went this this wonderful tapas joint and watched Flameno dancing while sipping on vino. You could eat in a different country everyday of the month if you wanted. Ole!
A shot of Mo and Chill in the Twan's ride on the way home Saturday night. We were returning from the Apartment (where I saw Dave from Road Rules, um, hot!) and I remembered I had been lugging around my camera all damn day for nothing. So I said, I don't care how the hell you look, pose damn it!
We watched "Under The Tuscan Sun" last night. Total chick flick, but I really liked it. Damn, I hope I look half as good as Diane Lane when I am 40. Who I am kidding? I don't even look 23% as good as her right now! Man oh man is Tuscany beautiful. I want to go there right... now.
So... please tell me how much of a geek I am. I can take it. For some odd reason, I had an extended dream starring Fred Savage last night. I was SO IN LOVE with him all throughout middle school. I was obsessed with the Wonder Years. My room was wallpapered with Teen Beat tear-out 8.5x11glossy images of that stud. "Why Fred Savage?!?!" you ask. Because he was attainable. I mean, he wasn't REALLY, but he had that boy-next-door charm that seemed so real... like he could actually move in next door. many a night I layed in bed staring up at the ceiling, wondering how we were going to first meet. It wasn't a matter of how, it was a matter of WHEN. I was so much of a dork for Fred, I made a Fred Savage page a few years ago as a tribute. Even in college, when we would insert someone's name into the lyrics of "Closing Time" my girl Jessi would always say the same thing (I know who I want to take me home. MATT WEAVER! Who she is going to marry someday. I need to devote an entire entry to that saga sometime) Well I would always scream FRED SAVAGE since I didn't have a real life crush as all-consuming as my crush on Fred.
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