So you want to hear about my weekend, right? Isn't that what you come here for? Well, tough. I am in no mood. I have a tummy ache and it looks like I picked the wrong day to stop huffing glue. It took me 45 minutes to get the energy to get out of bed. I feel zapped. Today's miracle cure... booze! It's the only way to stave off this hangover. Hope the boss doesn't smell my breath.
This weekend was an energy-sucking siege. Don't get me wrong, it was fun. Well, Friday was pretty lackluster. Much too random with the crowd and the bar hopping and me spending over $100 on God knows what (read: alcohol). I went home alone and cranky. I woke up the same way. DVDs. I watched "Honey" starring the ever-perky Jessica Alba and it make me want to tear out my hair. It was fucking horrible. But if you want to laugh and laugh at actors while they feigning a serious scene, Honey might be just the movie for you.
I finally got off my ass and went outside where it was beautiful and sunny. I met up with the new roommates and we consumed mass quantities of margaritas. Really strong ones to boot. So strong, in fact, lookee what we have here:
We were all laughing and pointing at this broad, and when she finally raised her head, we stood up and clapped. She went in the bathroom and yuked and then came back out with a wobbly smile and ordered another margarita. We stood up and clapped again.
Christine, Josh, Mike and me... the luckiest son-of-a-bitches this side of the Rio Grande because in 4 days they will be living with ME!
I left the new roommates and met up with the old ones.
Me, Kevin and Kon. I have no clue where we are, but I look horrible. couldn't even fix this picture in Photoshop because it is so bad. But up it goes. Deal.
We somehow ended up on Rush and Division, a place I usually avoid because it is always crowded and expensive. I really don't remember much at this point, but I know I had fun, I think. Hang Uppes is always a great time. Lots of random suburbanites getting down to songs like YMCA.
Then we ran into a special friend. Look everybody, it's Ronnie Woo Woo! Show us those new and improved choppers, my main man!
Then we got home and I repeated an earlier mistake, but fuck it, I had fun and I am moving out in 4 days anyway, so who cares.
Sunday was fun. Very fun. Sat in the beer garden next door during the game and made fun of people walking by. It rained intermittently. But no rainbow. Sniff. I ended up ordering Stoli and cranberry after Stoli and cranberry. Damn waitress peer pressure. It was a perfect way to spend my last dorm Sunday.
Mike and Dan picked up a friend and I and took us over to a "BBQ" that ended up being strong-ass margaritas, a game of Pit , a bag of cheetos and me falling into some bushes. Oh, I'm a living joke. I felt dumber than a bag of hammers. The water made the wounds sting like a bitch in the shower this morning. Between the cuts and the random bruises, I look like I got beat the fuck up. Which I probably deserved.
A shout out the Randy for making me feel extra special and sending me this link this morning. 3 out of 3 men agree and that is more than I could ever ask for.
Shit. I did tell you about my weekend. You tricked me.