Who needs their own digital camera when you have kick-ass friends who will e-mail you pictures promptly when asked? Now if I could just figure out a way to develop them...
Outstanding weekend. Purdue won. I actually had money to go out. And my abs hurt from laughing yesterday. Can't complain. Can not complain. I was also the recipient of many compliments regarding my wit and physical appearance, which is always lovely.
Fridays are such clusterfucks. I never know what I am doing until the night is almost over. I left work early, ahem, per usual. Tried to nap to no avail. Finally got my shit together, hooched it up and headed over to ex-roommates. I got pretty pissed when I found out the only other girls going out stood me up to see some band. I almost headed home in a hissy fit, but decided to stick it out since the prospect of making it a Blockbuster night ALONE was way too depressing. We went to a bar where it was free drinks from 9-10, which we took full advantage of. I chose a dark corner to sit and people watch. I absolutely adore watching 20 year old women grind on each other in order to garner male attention. It just smacks of desperation. "Girls Gone Wild" has really affected the modern-day mating ritual and it makes me laugh since I can watch that interaction from the safe perch of my wiser generation. It seems like these bitches are getting more stupid every year, much to my delight. Two of these girls did indeed catch the attention of two of the men in my group, so when they came up for air, the guys beckoned them to our table. When they got a good look at their faces though, the conversation did not last too long. I guess these girls were more appealing when they had their face buried in the others breasts. Speaking of breasts...
It was the final day I could take them to the parade, since the weather is sending them into hibernation. So they lived it up and had a blast! When I tired of the straights, I headed over to Cakeville to see my pretty boys. Gay men are fascinated by boobs, much to my delight and chagrin. They get them all riled up, but leave them cold and alone at the end of the night. Ah, such is life. I always have such a blast at Roscoes, SideTracks and The Closet. Gay or straight, they are just really fun bars with a great crowd of people who are open, fun and sweet as hell. I went to Roscoes first where my cab was paid for by sweet Dan. I got there close to 1:30, so I only had time for one drink before we got shooed out.
When I first got to Roscoes, this hot ass red shirt guy came out of nowhere and started posing with me. I was like HELLO! Must you like men? What a cock tease. Literally.
He also snuck up behind me when I was posing with Scott, my make-out partner for the night. My God is red shirt fine. Couldn't stop staring at him.
Dan was in rare form, which I love. He is so fun to hang with when he is hammered and he always makes me feel beautiful. Notice the position of the hands. This was a theme throughout the night.
See?
Who is this freak? I love the look on Dan's face. You can tell he is thoroughly grossed out.
Regan is Dan's friend from college. She is a really fun chick, I need to hang out with her more. It was nice to have another female along for the ride.
I really like this picture. It's the only one where I don't look like a $3 whore. Scott told me via e-mail that I could pass for at least a $5 whore. I guess the extra $2 is to take the bus home after turning a trick.
We headed over The Closet, supposedly a lesbian bar that is 84% gay males. It's small, crowded and open late. There are also paper kitties all over the wall... clever. Once again, I ran into my old dance partner from the show Grease, who was encouraging his lesbian friend to fondle my gals. She was too shy and embarrassed and I was a bit mortified myself. He kept insisting I got implants since they weren't big at all when he knew me. Look, dude, I have gained 30 pounds since then! What do you expect!?!? Lay off! Sensitive? Nah!
All in all, a great night. Mike and Dan's friends are so fun and adorable and I just love hanging out with them.
Saturday morning.... 10am... up and at 'em! We've got some Notre Dame ass to kick! Female roommate accompanied me over to Durkin's around 12:30, where it was already packed with blood-thirsty Boilers. Since my friend Fulk practically lives there and is a VIP, they ushered us into a back room where we could have plenty of space and more waitress attention. He's a good guy to know, it was sweet. man, do I ever love Purdue football. They are spectacular this season! The score ended up being 41-16! Is there anything that Kyle Orton can't do? Man oh man! This was such a great game and it really set a precedent for the rest of the season. Nothing like getting up early on a brisk Saturday and meeting up with a great group of friends to watch your favorite team kick some ass! I love that my friends that didn't even go to Purdue join us and get into it. Of course, they had bets against Purdue, but that was all the more fun when they lost those bets and lost them BIG TIME. Suck on that, fools!
Nice choice of shirt, Kon. You freaking jinxed them. Cubs, breaking my heart, once again.
Katie, Rebecca, me and Christine. Have another one, Christine!
Christine and Rebecca compare butt size, arguing over whose is larger. All I know is they are both deliciously spankable and that's good enough for me.
I am not sure what day this is from... because I don't have on the same outfit... but it was definitely at Durkin's, so up it goes. "It's a good thing I am so photogenic." - Rob
After I saw some scandal involving a former college roommate and her former obsession/booty call, I headed home, stopping at the truly excellent Chicken Hut along the way. Chicken Hut, you ask? Yes. I am a Chicken Hut slut. It's official. When I first spied this place I thought, there is no way I am ever eating there. That name sucks. But hot damn is it ever good! If you have the means, I highly recommend it. Saturday night was aight. Headed to a trendy Bucktown place called Bar Thirteen and was annoyed by a bachlorette party. I shelled out $35 for three weak drinks. Places like this are so not my scene. Even though there was a tasty Joshua Jackson look-alike, I was sort of bored. Give me a dive bar with good drink specials any day. Then we drove around to 5 different bars, not able to decide which one to grace with our presence. Finally, I'd had enough and headed home. I'd much rather lay in the comfort of my bed with a glass of wine and some Skinamax anyway.
Sunday was so fun! Christine and I decided we wanted a roommate bonding day where we would cook chili and watch football. It was great time and a perfect way to spend a Sunday. A good amount of people showed up and we played naughty Jenga and watched the Bears lose. The chili was excellent. We lit the fireplace and my living room was so cozy. The boys noticed a bat in the corner of our porch and proceeded to fuck with it. It freakin' hissed and started clicking. Kon's friend, who I have dubbed "Hot Chocolate" stepped up and scooped the bat up in a can for relocation. I think bats are hella cool, but I'll be damned if I am going to touch one. It's like a rat with wings. Flying rats. *SHUDDER.*
Christine was entertaining as usual. At one point, I was gasping for breath she had me laughing so hard. I convinced her to hang my UNUSED fake phallice out of her zipper and she then donned a blond wig, a construction vest and beads. She ran around drying humping the guys and then took my pound puppy and yelled DOGGYSTYLE! while she violated it on the kitchen counter. Sweet Lord all the girls were dying. The boys were slightly less amused. The Jenga game yielded some making out, which is always nice. I got a sweet taste of Hot Chocolate that was just fine with me.
After we all settled down, the 5 of us piled into Christine's bed to watch "Desperate Housewives" which is going to be a great show. It follows my new fave show, Extreme Home Makeover, so ABC is where I'll be spending my Sundays this winter. I woke up this morning at 4:30 in Christine's bed, freezing and choking on my rainbow kitty beads. I had a horrible night's sleep and I am extremely cranky and tired today. I am so glad it is cold so I won't feel guilty going home and hibernating.