Holy crapola, am I tired! I didn't even stay out that late last night. I am just getting O-L-D! Last night was pretty fun. Margaritas, cute gay waiters and bull dyke lesbians! We went to Caesars for dinner and a coupla pitchers of margaritas and hit on the cute, gay Latino waiter. OLE! Then we stumbled over to The Closet, my favorite lesbian bar, that is always populated by really flamy men. Daddy got hit on by a guy that looked like he should be in a wheelchair and I had all lesbian eyes riveted to my chest. Good times.
Yay! I'm back. Sorry for that last entry. I am a big whiner. I am much better now.
Cuz it's FRIDAY, bitches!
I had something I was going to write about... can't... seem... to remember. Shit.
Well anyway, what a week. Out almost every night since Momo came back into town. Now that I have roommates that actually LIVE THERE and it is so nice outside, I feel guilty staying in. These two girls are going to be big trouble in little China. Well see how long this old dawg can hang.
Tuesday, we went out for LL's b-day. Now that she is moving out, it seems like I am seeing her more. Go figure. We headed over to The Schoolyard for beers. We sat out in the beer garden and even with such a subdued crowd, we managed to get rowdy.
Aw! Momo and Daddy are just too gosh darn adorable!
Now THAT is SEXY!
I took other pictures, but I looked horrible that night, so I am keeping those to myself. Thanks.
So today I am going to give you a glimpse into my warped little world.
It's... CRIBS! The Bethany Edition
The front of my building.
My street.
The main hallway.
The living room.
The TV that has never shown even one episode of Sports Center. The fireplace is awesome in the winter. The mirror above the mantle was shattered when a roommate kicked my workout ball into it at a party. So we hung the empty frame back up. How ghetto.
My homie collection. By the end of the summer, I hope it will stretch the entire length of the mantle. Superman looks over the little homies and keeps them safe and sound.
The pimp needs some serious protection. I adore the crotch sniffing dog.
Our rumpus room. Rack 'em!
My dusty Core Secrets ball. I knew better! I was so gung ho. now I am just plain ho.
H lights up on the spacious front porch.
I was just holding her cigarette for her... fuck. Who am I kidding? I have been smoking like a chimney since San Diego. I don't even smoke! At first I was smoking and not eating. I started feeling thin, but since I came back, the appetite has come back full force. But I am still smoking. Dirty. Gross. Sorry. Back to the tour!
Lets skip the bathrooms. Mine is too small to photograph and the huge bathroom was "occupied" when I was taking these. We will also skip the laundry room (Yes, we have a washer and dryer in the apartment. We are so bleepin' spoiled!) because the light burned out and it has never been cleaned. It's fucking disgusting.
When I move, I will miss the kitchen most of all. It's so pretty and modern and spacious. Most Chicago apartment's kitchens look like crack dens.
For some reason, we have two ovens. We have never even used one.
H's room. She JUST moved in and has virtually no furniture. It's huge.
My room is smaller, but I like it that way. It's cozy. And the rent is cheaper.
And this is where the magic happens... Bam chica bow wow!
Well, that's it. Well not totally, there are a few more rooms, but you get the idea. It will be hard moving into a one bedroom after living here. But I sure could use the quiet time.