Another week's worth of anecdotes and pictures... coming right up!
Man alive, I'm hungry. I am hankering for a slab of sweet honey ham and a side of buttery mashed potatoes, but since I am chained to my desk today, a few individually packaged saltines and a Diet Coke will have to do.
Monday is my day to work on freelance projects. I have two going on right now... one is that cookbook and the other is a series of campaign mock-ups for a aspiring copy writer.
I did this in about 10 minutes this morning. I feel productive.
Pretty nice little week/weekend. I went out to Dio's on Tuesday and we noshed on some Pepe's and watched Dig! at his place. I found it highly entertaining and interesting. If you are into music, any type, I highly recommend checking it out.
We chilled in Dio's basement for a bit. I took ample amount of video, which I will have to upload at home tonight, and you bet your sweet ass I am posting it, poochie. Deal. I can tell he has been practicing his chosen instruments very hard. And it is paying off. He's gotten very good!
First, Nailz hits the skins...
...then he hit it on the ones and twos.
He also played me a little acoustic guitar. He took some video of me attempting to play it. I blow.
On Wednesday, we met up with Dio's friend and went to the Black Rebel Motorcyle Club show. I enjoyed the show... the vocals were great and it was a change from what I usually listen to... which is why I went in the first place. After 5 hours of standing, my hips were screaming at me to lay down. So we went back to my place and hung in my room for awhile.
Post-BRMC show. We took many pictures. I looked grody to the max in all of them. This was the only decent one of either of us. He's precious.
My throat was killin' me on Thursday, so H and I took it easy and hung out at home. We did the same on Friday night, with our lame asses. I knew Saturday was going to be a doozy, so staying in on Friday was no biggie. I caught up on my crossword puzzles and imbibed almost a full bottle of the most miraculous legal drug ever... Robitussin Nighttime Cold Cough & Flu. That shit is the bomb, yo! I can never sleep in the middle of the day, but I came home early from work on Friday, chugged a bit of that and woke up around 3pm feeling like a million bucks! I had energy to spare, so I did the dishes and walked the dog. If they make meth out of that stuff, bring on the meth!
Saturday, we bummed around until the magic getting-ready-hour of 4pm. I blared my "Getting Ready" mix and got all gussied up. H and I headed over to Cocktail's place for a little pre-game warm-up. That night, a big group of all my favorite people were all attending the Screw Cupid Pub Crawl. The part I was looking forward to the most was getting to ride a trolley from bar to bar. Wee! We started off at Wrightwood Tap, a cozy little joint I've never been to before. It went from dead to having to elbow people in the spine in 15 minutes. And away we go!
Soak in the platonic love. The first in a succession of fish-face photographs of yours truly. Just wait.
What goes around comes around.
If only LL would have been in there, I'd have a picture of me and my favorite bitches. Look ma, we're coherent! For now!
Whatchu talkin' bout, Willis?
Jesus, Bethany! This is NOT a good look for you! Knock that shit off! H! Look alive! Cocktail! You can't escape!
I often confuse smiling with growling.
My first trolley ride was a humdinger! We danced. We snuck on beer. We yelled at people on the street. We were on the trolley to the Neighborhood Of Make-Believe!
I was out of frame, bending over.
Don't squeeze the Charmin!
This is what the opposite of sexy looks like.
I would be adorable with a cute little pug nose.
I was worried my face tasted bad.
HAWT! Shouldn't I be enjoying this more? Sucks being the only sober one in a crowd full of drunkards.
God, I am a total asshole.
Had to get a pic of LL's face so I could prove she was there. For all of 5 minutes. But it was enough time for her to get...
...choked and...
mounted.
Then H whispered some sweet nothings into her ear and we sent her on her way.
We had a blast. I stayed relatively sober while everyone else got rip-roaring drunk. H freak danced friend's cousin and sent them both toppling to the sticky wooden floor. I tried to help her up and the wench about brought me down with her. People were out of control. I was ready to go. Dra (Formerly Sandy) informed us she was going to some random guy's apartment. And for once, my motherly instinct kicked in and I informed her she wasn't going anywhere without H and me.
The next thing I know, we're at this guy's apartment. It was a gorgeous place, but they were pretty dorkalicious. H passed out on the couch and I stared out the window. I pretended to get a phone call and said "We have to go right now!" So we left without saying any goodbyes and headed to some other random late-night bar. Dra could barely stand at this point and H was falling asleep at the table. We sent Dra home. H realized she forgot her phone at the dork's apartment. So we had to go back and I am entirely unsure how she found the right door and buzzer, but bless her, she did. She got all amped to go somewhere else, but I put my foot down. Sleepy time, missy! And I mean it! Enough debauchery for one night!
So we woke slowly the next morning and decided we didn't want to spend one more minute in the apartment. Charlie went into the cage and we set off the find a hearty breakfast. After wandering Lincoln Ave, we went to The Golden Apple for a diner-style breakfast. I had the Eggs Benedict.
While at The Golden Apple, I spotted a magnificent creature that is extremely rare in the urban jungle of Chicago... the lumberjack mullet. Excuse the crappy dimness of the photograph... we took off the flash so as not to startle this magnificent speciman.
Then we wanded further down Lincoln, until we came across the dork-partment we were at last night. Weird. So we stopped in Grand Central for a Bloody Mary and got a lift from an estranged friend (who is trying to make a comeback we may or may not be open to) to LL's new condo. Her new place is amazing. Her and the fiancee have 4 floors, 3 bathrooms, a two car garage and 3 balconies! It's ridiculous... but LL assures me I'll have my own room so I can crash whenever I please. All these people around me are becoming adults and settling down. Shit, if LL can settle down, I sure as hell can. It doesn't scare me anymore. I welcome it.
So, that was my week in review. Whew!
Holy Moses... what has happened to Kirk Cameron? How did Mike Seaver become so preachy??? Where does Mike Seaver get off telling me whether or not I am good enough to go to heaven? I doubt God appreciates your cheeky behavior aboard that cruise ship, mister. You broke a commandment, buddy! Thou shalt not covet thy parent's nanny!