Well, that was one hell of a weekend.
And I don't quite know what to do with myself today. Monday is my slow day anyway and now that I am waiting on corrections for my main freelance job and I just wrapped up the other one... I'm back to having ample amounts of downtime. So here I am.
This week will be spent putting the final touches on the apartment before Mother's Day. My mom and Sista are coming into town on Sunday and I am taking them to see Blue Man Group and then we are going to dinner at the restaurant below my apartment. I already procured the Godfather booth because that's how I roll, yo. Don't have any definite plans for the weekend yet, but it's only Monday. Crazy since the weekend after, every second is mapped out. Actually, all of next week is going to be balls to the wall fun.
The night of Tuesday the 16th should be pretty effing fun due to reasons known the people who have definitely Googled me by now, may or may not have found this site and need to celebrate that night. Wednesday is Pearl Jam. If they don't play "Release" I will cry. Thursday, a college friend will be in town and we are planning to wreak havoc on the streets of Bucktown. Friday is our housewarming dinner party, so I am taking a half-day to be the woman my mother always hoped I would be and cook my ass off. Clean off. Then Saturday, I am driving down to Indianapolis for a bachlorette party in my old neighborhood.
I can already tell this summer will be leaps and bounds above the previous one. I am in love with my new apartment and living situation. I am meeting all sorts of cool new people. I am re-discovering friends I've lost touch with. Pretty much every other weekend will be a fun road trip to cottages and camping and Nashville. Weight is still steadily coming off. And I have a dog.
Holy hell, I just downloading my weekend photographs to my desktop. 68 in all. And I didn't even take any pictures on Friday night. This will be a sweet time waster. Here goes.
Friday, as you know, was Cinco De Mayo. Last year was very, very fun. This year was more random and didn't feel at all like Cinco De Mayo. Dra and I started out at some happy hour type bar for urban professionals. After being bored out of our gourd, we headed via cab to Cactus. Which was crowded as all get out. So we went next door to Melvin B's, which was much less populated. Our new friend Tad met us over there and we had a few rounds of margaritas. GAWD! Nickleback SUCKS! They came on my iTunes radio just now.
Anyway, Dra made her less than subtle retreat, leaving Tad and I to fend for ourselves. H, her friend Kay and Momo (who I have not seen since she moved back to Green Bay last September) came to meet up. Oh happy day! I missed her so much and she was looking awesome, as usual. We had a few round of shots and the Kay found some guy to make out with in the middle of the bar. They later retreated to the bathroom where the guy tipped the bathroom attendant a $20 to let them occupy a single stall together. Classy. She's a very good girl... so she deserves to have some fun.
Tad stayed out much longer than he should have, but eventually had to leave so he could actually study the next day. His sense of responsibility is awesome. I appreciated the fact that he came out at all.
So, we lost some people, gained some people and eventually ended up at Moe's Cantina. I sat back and watched Mo and our hot friend E grind on each other, which had all the men exploding in their pants. It was totally entertaining. After a few drinks there, we followed some random dudes to Tai's Til 4, which had a line around the block. Fuck that, I hopped in a cab and left. It was my first time coming home from the bars to my new place. But probably not my last.
The next day, everyone had to nurse hangovers but me. I was fine. We ran some errands and enjoyed some Comcast On Demand. We were set to meet LL and some of her friends at Ron of Japan (a Japanese steakhouse directly across from my office) at 9. Expensive, but tasty.
My filet mignon. Why does a bitch on diet pills with no appetite order a $30 steak? BECAUSE SHE CAN.
Here I am, 10 minutes into the night. This does not bode well.
Earlier in the day they were both sick as hell. They can't roll like H and I. We all imbibed the same amount but they are lightweights. Well color me impressed. They managed to rally and look beautiful doing it.
The only picture of LL I got all night. But it speaks volumes.
Everyone felt much better after eating, so it was time to go imbibe. We headed towards Rush & Division since Tad had called earlier in the evening to meet up. He lives right there and I think he and his boys needed a study break. Since every bar in the area sucks major ass and is chock full of chochies and fat-assed soccer moms... we ended up at The Hang Uppe. I have never not had a good time there. Well, one time we got sprayed with beer, but I got some sweet ass photos in a photo booth that night to make up for it.
We opened a tab and watched LL shake her shit up on the stage. God, how I love her. Dra eventually met up with us and then it was GAME ON! LL had to leave with her married friends since she is about to join their ranks, but not us, no sir. Once it got ridiculously over-crowded the way it always does, we made like a fetus and hopped in a cab.
Dra decided we were going to Tequila Roadhouse. I had never been there before and holy shit, I am in love. The clientele reads like a who's who of Cook County Jail. There was a thong contest, for cryin' out loud! They played decent dance music and much to my surprise and delight, that Tad sure can keep up.
Look beyond the two studs to the guy in the background. This is the caliber of men that populated the bar. I think they guys we were with were the only ones wearing sleeves.
Come Tuesday the 16th, they'll really have something to smile about.
Um, ok.
Am I grabbing his junk?
Apparently, I am funny.
Jesus. Step off the short bus and have another bong hit!
AND STEP AWAY FROM THE TANNING BED!
We may or may not have closed that place down. Someone got the brilliant idea to go grab more alcohol (I was somewhat sober but extremely tired and just wanted to go home and lay down) and head to our place. So $90 of Kay's money later, they came back and we all headed up to the rooftop for smoking and star gazing. After Dra forced us to watch an episode of Six Feet Under, I was ready to pass out. The bottle of Asti I had just swilled contributed to that. So to a chorus of "ooooooohs!" we did. And I slept hard. Poor Tad had to wake up 3 hours later and head back to the library. I slept in until 11:30 and it felt amazing. It was the most uninterrupted sleep I've had in ages.
Until it was interrupted by loud girls in the living room. My bedroom door is on the other side of the wall from the huge, loud TV. I am going to have to regulate.
H and I decided we were due a Sunday Funday and after realizing how absolutely gorgeous it was outside, we grabbed Charlie and took him for a group walk. Then we dropped his ass off to go grab some margaritas. We discovered an awesome place abut a block from the new place. It will be or new Caesar's, for sure.
Mmmm... make that guacamole. No onions for me, por favor.
Nicely put.
The remnants of my tackle scar. Hot.
I look like an effing pit bull.
It's 80 degrees and you are wearing a sweater on your head!
Classy
H is so fucking hot.
Beat on the brat.
We moved from Las Palmas to Walgreen's (where Molly did her karma good by paying for a 3'9 95 year old woman's boxes of cereal) and H bought a vibrating massager.
Which she put to immediate use.
We then stopped off at Pint and sat outdoors. We ended up meeting some really cool people from the neighborhood and I even got a few e-mail addresses to send people pictures I took. Everyone is so laid-back and friendly. Bucktown is definitely more my speed.
I fish tailed Momo's hair. I haven't done that to anyone since summer camp. But it was like riding a bike.
The sheer cuteness of this baby almost made me want to go home and throw away my Trojans. ALMOST.
Aw! Baby's first beer!
We made our way down North Avenue heading towards home when the out tired giddyness kicked in. And here is the result:
A neat picture made neater by my errant cigarette smoke.
All of North Avenue was really excited.
This is a framer. Fo sho.
The guys in the cigar store were not impressed.
Thank God Chris doesn't frequent the internet... but I am not even sure he would care.
Can anyone tell me why the hell these are all over my neighborhood? Two clouds with rain drawn in white. They are everywhere you look! Really odd. Our theory thus far is that they are some sort of gang symbol. A gang of roving pre-schoolers.
Stupid me ran about 3 blocks home, which led to me barfing. Just a little bit. I rediscovered the word barf this weekend, and I am excited I got to use it. So then I was hungry again. After Chris departed, we went downstairs for a night cap and a little calamari. Which I took 3 bites of and headed back upstairs. I watched 13 Going On 30 (man is the premise of the movie fucking stupid and ill-concieved) but Jennifer Garner and Mark Ruffalo are so damned cute that I just couldn't turn it off. Around 1, I crawled happily into bed.
Holy hell, it's 1pm already. Sweet. If nothing else, D-Land sure makes my Monday's fly by.
And on this note... I end this entry. A few minutes ago, I had this random exchange on Yahoo Instant Messenger:
casualforfun30: Hello...Oral, anal, doggy style, missionary or casual...what is your pleasure? 32/m/in hotel near O'Hare. You?
bethany: Leave me alone, you pathetic pervert.
casualforfun30: ahhh...have a little fun
bethany: ahhh... some people don't need the internet to pull ass. They are attractive and not socially retarded.
casualforfun30: I'm attractive...want a pic?
bethany: Why bother? I like my lady bits disease-free.
casualforfun30: lol..try it
bethany: you must make your parents proud.