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It was one of the those mornings. Alarm set for 7:15am. Got out of bed at 8:20am. Wearing my trusty Purdue hat and my favorite black fleece. Kept my head down on Michigan Avenue. Didn't want to be mistaken for a derelict once again. Though I would probably be making more money selling Street Wise than I am right now.
Where to start? Ah... the weekend. Plenty of quality boyfriend time. I saw him an unprecedented 5 days in a row. He really brings out the cheesy romantic in me. I didn't know I had a cheesy romantic in me. I guess you learn something new everyday. Since the bone-chilling cold is here to stay until mid-July, I resigned myself to spending time indoors, sipping wine and watching fine independent films. We watched Garden State on Friday night. I thoroughly enjoyed it. That Scrubs kid sure can direct a feel-good film! The scenes were so realistically shot and you really came to care about the characters very quickly. At first, I thought Zack Braff's acting could have gotten a shot in the arm from Lee Strasburg. But as it turns out, there is a very good reason for his bump-on-a-log characterization. And in some odd way, I find him sexy. I always fancied the slightly nerdy guys.
As always after viewing a movie, I looked it up on Rotten Tomatoes. Does anyone else use this site? I am on it at least once a day for some reason or another. I find other people's insights and criticism's fascinating. I also love looking up horrible, horrible movies and seeing what these serious critics had to say about it. I think some of these motherfuckers take it too seriously. I mean, you can't artfully critique "Not Another Teen Movie." You have to take it at face value and move on.
Saturday was a laaaaaaaazy day, as are all my hibernation season weekend days. Woke up around 11. Had a wonderful start to my morning... wink, wink... then went off to Melrose Restaurant for some kick ass French dip and mashed potatoes. Sitting in the corner, in that booth by the window, having a great conversation and looking into the eyes of the man that I love made me think about how content I am right now. Job-wise, not so much. Living-situation wise, I could do with less roommates. But for once, when it comes to my love life, I couldn't be happier. Ok, enough! I am sure none of you want to hear my gushing. I am truly at my best in the journal when I am sad or angry or making fun of someone. Let me work myself up...
TACO BELL.
I have a bone to pick with you motherfuckers...
It all started out innocently enough on Saturday night. My little sister called for me to come hang out with her downtown. I don't to see her all too often, so I was stoked. Dio and I headed down to Howl At The Moon. Her and her friend got these passes for us to get in free and not wait in line. BULLSHIT! The passes were worthless. The bouncer on a power trip can stand in line to kiss my ass. The bar was already too full with out of town business men looking for an easy lay, suburban soccer moms with huge hair and fat drunk girls that have to be carted out by their skinner, foul-mouthed friends at some point in the evening. You'd think someone of that girth would have a much higher tolerance. I can't stand the Hubbard and Rush/Division bar scenes. I convinced my sister and her friend to ditch that place and head back up north where people that actually live in Chicago hang out. we found a bar with no line and some seats at the bar itself, so we bellied up and I proceeded to consume 3 vodka Red Bulls. Enough to make me funny, but not enough to have my hurling insults and blacking out.
My sister and Dio had some nice bonding time. My sister and I had some nice bonding time. She is really cool, I need to make a conscience effort to include her in my life. Even though we are so opposite in some ways, we are the same where it counts. After all these years, I am at a place where I really want her as a friend. Aw.
Brooke and me
We headed over to The Closet to meet up with Daddy and his band of merry men, but the a line spat in our eye again. At least Brooke got to meet the gorgeous men I adore. Her and her friend thought they were all totally hot. "Your barking up the wrong tree, kiddo," I plainly stated. Trust me, I have barked until I was hoarse... to no avail.
Wait, didn't I start writing to bitch about Taco Bell? Well, here goes. We went to the all night drive thru in Wrigleyville. I mowed on that shit like it was the cure for love handles. Um, quite the opposite, I'm afraid. After consuming $20 worth of the Bell, Dio, my sister and her friend and I all retired. Dio and I woke up the next morning feeling like we were something someone scraped off their shoe. Dio especially. He felt so sick, he had to go home and lay down instead of going to see The Aviator and dining at Joe's Stone Crab like we had planned. So I just layed in bed all day yesterday, feeling sorry for myself. Everytime a Taco Bell commercial came on, I silently shook my fist at the screen.
Yesterday the perfect day for extended television viewing. A Real World marathon, Back To The Future Part 1, 2 & 3, and some Seinfeld re-runs made me plenty happy. I have not been watching The Real World lately, because, well, it sucks, but speaking of sucking, it sucked me back in after witnessing Landon's drunken knife attack. That's just good television. And speaking of good television...
Yay for Sunday night! A new episode of Extreme Home Makeover! A new episode of Desperate Housewives! The premiere of The Surreal Life! EHM really got to me this week. In case you didn't see it, it was a widow and her three daughters living in a shack next to their house that had burned down 9 months earlier. The damn previews made me cry. It hit close to home and really made me reflect on what a strong woman my mother is. The same thing happened to her. When she was little, her huge farmhouse burned to the ground. Her family was forced to move into a tiny shack they had on the property since they had lost everything. Her father would add on a room from time to time, but my mother grew up using an outhouse, in a ramshackle building with no heat source and no running water. They made due... but my mother used to describe how embarrassed she was when she started dating and guys would come to pick her up, how much her family struggled to make ends meet after that, how she started working full time at the age of 11 to help support her family. We haven't spoken of this in a long time, but looking back on all she told me, I was a damn spoiled and ungrateful brat. My family went through some financial turmoil for a few years there, but it was nothing compared to what my mother went through. If I can even be a third of the woman she is, I will consider myself very lucky.
Now... can I even tell you how excited I am for this season of The Surreal Life? When did Peter Brady get so SMOKIN' HOT??? They showed him withhout his shirt on and he was holding his own against Marcus Shekenburg! My dear Lord! I always had this affinity for all things Brady, but never once did I think about undoing Peter's pants zipper with my teeth. Man, I am a dirty bitch. But anyway, I watched the episode twice since I taped it. I was shaking with laughter at the drunk Mini-me. Wait, the drunk NAKED Mini-Me, peeing in a corner on his little scooter. I was wiping tears from my eyes I was laughing so hard. And I think Mini-Me has a thing for Peter Brady. It was surreal. Ha! Please watch this show, I implore you. If you didn't catch it last night, be sure to catch one of the 12,335 airing to come this week, only on VH1. And I can't wait until the Best Week Ever gets ahold of it. I keep having dirty thoughts about Peter Brady now. Get a grip, Bethany!
Daddy just called with his usual platitudes and some exciting news, which I just confirmed at Weather.com. 47 degrees on Wednesday! Break out the coolats!
I JUST BOUGHT MOTLEY CRUE TICKETS THIS MORNING! RAWK ON!