Hey, ya'll! Took a little siesta yesterday. Yeah, I know, siesta is often mistaken to mean "vacation," but it actually means "nap." So I literally took a siesta all day.
For some inane reason (stress, perhaps about money....) I could not fall asleep on Sunday night. I kept thinking I'd drift off, but no. I tossed and turned and suddenly, it was 7am. I did not fall asleep even once. I felt insane. I scared the crap out of Daddy when I walked into the kitchen looking like a zombie. I tearfully called work, all the while feeling like sand was in my eyes. After I left a cracked out message, I took 2 Tylenol PM and drank some skanky ass wine straight from the bottle while shaking on my bed in my undies. At 7am, Monday morning. Felt like a pretty low point. I finally fell into a fitful sleep that lasted until 1:30pm. I layed around and then recruited my new roommate Momo to get some Chinese with me.
Fun little weekend. Went to visit Momo, who now works at Duffy's on Friday night. It was all you can drink (well drinks and beer) and all you can eat (wilted salad and greasy-ass chicken wings) for $15. Not too shabby. Our waitress took a liking to us due to our generous tipping, so we were never without at least 2 drinks in front of us.
She works hard for the money! So hard for it honey!
H and her flava 'o' the week.
Me, Dio and ex-roomie
Ex-roomie and Dio tear it up on the dance floor
It was a pretty uneventful night. Fun, but uneventful.
The next day, we got some grub and made some pina coladas before heading off the the Sox game.
"Wha wha what?!?! SOX GAME? But aren't you a Cubs fan?"
Yea, yea, but it was in celebration of LL and her man's b-day. Hey, I just go where the action is. Besides, Cubs tickets are much more in demand, therefore, they are much more expensive. Even when their record sucks.
We had obstructed view seats. Not a obstructed by a pole, but obstructed by THE SUN. The bright, intense glaring sun that didn't allow us to see the game whatsoever. Fine by me. I turned my attention to nachos and margaritas instead.
Aw. That's nice.
When I went to use the facilities, Dio and Daddy took it upon themselves to take a slew of photos with my camera. I deleted most of them, but...
This one made me laugh out loud.
Some in our party of 20 became bored and wanted to get over to the bar. So 90% of us left in the 9th inning to beat the crowd to the El. We boarded the train, knowing full well it was 3-1 dodgers and that the Sox were going to lose. Dio, who never leaves games early, wasn't happy about it, but went along with the crowd.
A picture I took as we were leaving. Chicago is so purdy!
Some random cop was herding us like elephants down the platform. I turned the camera on him and he suddenly became shy.
I dig this photo's composition. Too bad I don't dig the Sox.
While on the train, we got word that the Sox had won. I thought Dio's head was going to fucking explode. I knew I'd better pack my bags for a long ass guilt trip.
We headed to Melvin B's, which was the perfect choice because it was so darn nice outside. Hilarity ensued.
Daddy and his last three ex-girlfriends. Beards, if you will.
Wow, THAT'S hot!
Some of those bitches couldn't hang the duration. Glassy eyes, stumbling, puking... all contributed to our dwindling numbers. It was now down to six of us, so we went over to the Hang Uppe for Dio's maiden voyage. There was a HUGE line to get in, chock full of suburbanites and bachlorette parties. Since we are completely awesome and know all the right people, we bypassed the line of 75 and walked right in. RECOGNIZE!
Daddy, H and Dio and their short-lived H sandwich.
Some stupid hag started spraying people on the dance floor with water, so Daddy, Dio and H came back over to us. We all started staring her and her friends down, making menacing hand gestures. Dio even got a beer to spray back on her, but that went by the wayside when we discovered a photo booth. I'll have the scan those in soon. Priceless.
Dio really hated it there, which breaks my heart since it is one of my fave places, but it was totally crowded and we were still pretty sober. I'll have to take him back earlier in the night and get him butt ass drunk. Then he'll love it as I do.
The 6 of us went our separate ways... H, ex-roomie and T went to Rush/Division bars (puke) and Dio, Daddy and I went to BOYZTOWN. What! We did a "fruit loop" (in and outs at the three main Halsted bars) before heading over to the lesbian bar du jour, La Closet.
But before we went, we had to show Dio Roscoe's back room. He was in awe. It was time to DANCE! Most of the pictures from this transgression are on the cutting room floor in the interest of all parties involved, but I managed to salvage a PG one...
All eyes were on these magnificent specimens as they took to the stage.
I then spotted a guy who reminded me of a Chris Rock bit...
You ain't that old... but you a lil too old to be at the club!
(Hello bottom left corner!)
Sunday was ever so ran-dom. We kicked it off by whipping up some Pina Coladas at 10:30 in the a.m. I downed one too many and got pretty giddy. We half-assed helped LL move most of her things out of the apartment so Momo can move in. SNIFF! I'll miss LL ever so much. She is the only girl who has made me pee my pants with laughter.
It's not what you think! I accidentally knocked over my PC on the coffee table. I couldn't let it go to waste... it was soooo good...
Before LL left, she bestowed some gifts upon us. Man, will the rest of my roommates hate her for that soon. It's been since 3rd grade, but I can still play Hot Cross Buns (aka Three Blind Mice)
Since the cable was out, we were stuck watching movies all day.. until Daddy called and told us to look outside. Thick black smoke hung heavy in the air. Holy shit! My grocery store was on fire! I am in there at least once a week. We were really sad. We walked over there and I took this shot with my camera phone:
Stella's! STELLA'S!!!!!
Where are we going to get wine and pound cake now?
Random fact Of The Day: Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.