I have A LOT to get to today people! So let's go!
So another Illini victory. I am being a bad girlfriend and instead of seeing my boyfriend, who I have not seen all weekend due to illness on his part, I am going over to reliable old Durkin's to watch THE BIG DANCE.
Do I even really give a shit about Illinois basketball?
No.
Do I want my friends having fun without me?
No.
So there you go.
My boyfriendless weekend left me feeling pretty mopey and empty. A weekend just isn't a weekend without some touchin' and kissin' and lovin'. I know I went without these things for a long time before, but now I am spoiled. I need a hit. I felt like it was a wasted weekend, even though I was out and about and having a marginally good time.
Friday, I went to happy hour for the worst dirty martinis EVER. Not enough dirty. Too much vermouth. (But the waiter hand stuffed my blue cheese stuffed olives, so 10 points for that.)
My group decided to head over to Southport. Roommates showed up. Red Bull/vodkas slid down my gullet. Pleasant conversation was had. Hurrah.
I didn't think I was all that drunk, but survey says: YES!
My girl H told me that she had a hard time getting me home. She says I insisted on LaBambas. She lives 3 blocks from there. I insisted on taking a cab there. I made her get a damn burrito. I insisted on taking a cab back. I kept saying how excited I was to partake in my avocado burrito.
I set it down on the table.
I sat on the couch.
I took one tiny bite.
I passed out.
I awoke Saturday morning... the burrito right next to my head and my shoes still on. When it comes to drinking, I really can't play with the big kids anymore. I need to walk my ass back to the sandbox.
That day sucked. Sucked hard. All I wanted to do was workout, tan and get dressed up for a date with Dio. We were supposed to go to Gejas for fondue and Star Bar for martinis. We had been planning this for WEEKS. I bought a fun new H&M outfit. So I called him and he answered the phone sounding like The Crypt Keeper. I tried to swallow my disappointment. I put on a brave face and got ready for a night of basketball and beer.
SO NOT WHAT I WANTED TO BE DOING.
But it was better than sitting at home alone.
At many points, I wanted to go home. But I never did. I preservered. I looked like shit. I did not want to drink. I was in a rotten mood. But eventually, I somewhat snapped out of it and in spite of myself, I had some fun. We met up with ex-roommate and ex-neighbors at The Hang Uppe, a bar at which it is impossible to have a bad time. As evidenced by the following photos:
And most of all:
This photo sums up my night. My good mood all stemmed from the drunken antics of this fellow. My abs still hurt from laughing.
Sunday, I did the pseudo walk of shame from ex-roommates place with H. I walked all the way from Armitage and Halsted to Belmont and Lake Shore. For those of you not familiar with Chicago, that is a hell of a long walk to be making at 8am on a Sunday. Damn time change had me all thrown off. Still did this morning. I woke up late and had to sport a hat for the second day in a row. We wanted to hail a cab, but I guess those assholes sleep in on Sundays. I swear, it was a ghost town. I swear, I kicked a tumbleweed down the street.
After walking an hour, I slept until 1pm. So Sunday consisted of:
-Sleeping
-MTV
-Stone Cold Creamery
-Watching Bridget Jones 2 (FUCKING AWFUL!)
-And of course, ABC Sunday. Since when is every great show on ABC? I used to be pretty monogamous to NBC, but I left that prick high and dry after he broke my heart in the spring of last year. (Sorry, Joey just doesn't cut it for me!)
List time!
Songs That I Listen To Over and Over: Mostly sad, sappy and introspective. Soothe me at work. Calm me on the bus. And I just love them. I go in cycles. I listen to one over and over until I am sick of it. I go back to it after a month or so and it gives me chills all over again.
#1 This Years Love by David Gray.
#2 Porcelain by Moby
#3 Breathe by Anna Nalick
#4 On Fire by Switchfoot
#5 The Luckiest by Ben Folds Five
#6 Ordinary World by Duran Duran
#7 Book Of Love by Peter Gabriel
#8 Wrapped In The Arms Of Another by Susan Tedeschi
#9 The Living Years by Mike & The Mechanics
#10 Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
#11 Destiny by Zero 7
#12 My Immortal by Evanescence
#13 Fade Into You by Mazzy Star
#14 Open Arms by Journey
Everyone that reads me HAS to know what a FUP is. I mean, don't you? Well, in case you do not, this lady has the ULTIMATE FUP. (pronounced: foop.) Check it out:
My God! That doesn't even look physically possible!
It reminds me of a song:
Does your FUP hang low?
Does it wobble to and fro?
Can you tie it in a knot?
Can you tie it in a bow?
Blech! It's like staring at the sun! Scroll down!
I fucking hate Mondays.
But they are made a bit better when I spend from 9am until 1pm surfing the net and I run across shit like this:
Anyone notice what I noticed RIGHT WAY? Anyone care to write a caption for this one? Post it in the comments section, please!