Oh what a GLORIOUS weekend!
Oh what a craptacular Monday!
The kind of Monday where you almost think about calling off... but then think, what if a day so perfect in it's call-offability comes along and you have already squandered this day laying in bed? There is Cubs games coming up! Beach days! Vegas! Don't waste time calling off just to lay around on a random Monday. So here I am.
Friday night was quite splendid. It is one of those things that you don't really put too much forsight into and it all just comes together in the most wonderful way. My girls from the summer were out in full force at happy hour. $10 all-you-can-drink beer, $1 well drink upgrades and free pizza. Hello, Charlie! Kendall's is going to think I've moved in with my cheap ass.
Katie and I at Kendall's
We had a great crew present and after the special ended, we decided we wanted to shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake our groove things. Now Barelycorn in Lincoln Park is girl's wet dream. SAUSAGE -FEST. In fact, that is the very bar where the seed was planted in my head that I should move from Indianapolis to Chicago. So all the women were very happy. Men, not so much. But screw those bastards! You're outnumbered!
Actually, I think we only stayed enough time for each person to consume 75% of their beer and the antsier among us wanted to roll out. Me included. I have bar ADD, I think. Barleycorn's dance floor was WEAK. So we ventured over to the Apartment. My girls were drooling over this guy that had met up with me, so I felt very smug indeed. Time to test homeboy's dance skillz. Oh crap. I can't remember. So I guess he passes. I can't remember like, being disgusted or having my rhythm thrown off or anything. Check plus!
So as I am having my neck kissed in the morning... sigh... I realize that I need to get up, shower, and get tickets for the game. He left to do the same. We were going to head out during the 3rd inning to see just how cheap we could scrounge some up for, when the temperature dropped 30 degrees and it started raining. Screw that! So Tina, Fiddy, Katie and I sat and watched "Devil's Playground" a documentary about Amish teens and their rite of passage. Really fascinating stuff, I recommend you check it out. Thanks Net Flix!
So basically, everyone else is at the game, boozing it up and we are watching a flippin' Amish documentary. But you see, that is what makes us cool. I mean, don't you see that?
So Saturday was cold, rainy, and generally crappy. My spirits dipped into my Adidas and I really did not feel like getting all gussied up for the soire at Cherry Red that night. But I gathered myself and did just that. My little sister was coming into town, along with one of my best friends from childhood that now lives in LA who I never get to see. He was flying in for the weekend to surprise his little sister on her birthday and that was a moment I really wanted to see. So nap be damned! It's time to shell out $25 and see how much SoCo and Red Bull you can pound from 8:30 to 11! And that was A LOT, but you see, I had hit a wall... so I never really did get drunk. It was lovely to see all these people who live around here, were formally good friends, but that I have really lost contact with. And was seeing them out and having 15 minute conversations going to change that? Nope. Not bloody likely.
My sister Brooke and I. Am I the milkman's baby or is she?
The Doherty siblings. I grew up with them living right down the street. Unlike my sister and I, they look alike.
Sunday was so RANDOM. I thought it was going to be one of those lay around, watch DVD and order Thai food kind of Sundays, but no sir! Apparently Tina, Katie and Fiddy could not get ENOUGH of me because they called to come over once again. Yay! Those are my kind of girls. Not girly-girls. Girls with some balls. Girls with balls RULE! So let me give you a glimpse into how this day shaped up. It was 4 girls to 1 man (man, boy, whatever). Poor Kon was outnumbered but didn't seem to mind too much. We got to talk about feelings instead of ESPN. Fabulous!
Fiddy was doling out great advice like it was her job! I am listening intently. That, or the crack is kicking in.
I started with my bumpin' some tunes off my iPod. They started to dance. I ran for my camera. These are the Dorm moments I will miss. Check out my college-looking living room. nice "entertainment center." $12 plastic shelves mounted to the wall and a rolling cart. That is Klassy! (with a capital K, as I like to say)
I decided to bring out some props.
They were trying to goad Kon into revealing his "special guy." Apprently word on the street is that he is strapped. Not that I would know... So I blinked to avoid nightmare flashbacks and I was spared the sight. Katie has sex on the brain and who would blame her, sitting that close to that magnificent specimen?
More people joined us. I cooked chicken breasts and spaghetti and it was marvelous, if I do say so myself. The day wound down. We went on a "special errand", bought munchies, had a pow-wow, and then I watched 5 minutes of the Sopranos before something freaked me out and I had to walk at an extremely brisk pace back to my apartment from Tina's. I crawled into my bed, pulled the covers over my head and prayed for no one to come into my room and kill me. It's not even like I can lock my doors (I have no doors, I have curtains. And I live with 3 guys.)
I woke up this morning feeling like a Picasso.
What a great day.
Go wish GUMP a Happy Birthday!