Ok, I need to make this short and sweet. I have business to attend to today, so let's get this party started.
Great weekend. Well really, it had it's highs and lows, but as Bob Marley once said, "Everytings Gonna Be Aight." My piece of shit Craig's List bought phone finally gave out. For once, I didn't lose it at some bar, so I have that going for me. Dio is sweet enough to give me a phone he no longer uses, because man, Verizon was looking to RIP ME OFF!
I also got my car back, complete with a convenient parking spot, so now I don't have to rely on nothing or nobody to haul my cookies around this town.
Me and Prizm Pete. Reunited, and it feels so good.
And on to the pictures! I took over 90... but these were the ones that made the cut. I think I had 10 or so of blank walls and close-ups of tables.
So around 3:30 on Saint Patty's Day, donning my greenest attire (thanks, Gap!) I made my way over to Poag Mahones, right next to the Stock Exchange to meet up with Cocktail, Fulk and assorted randoms. I quickly learned that all vodka drinks were $3, so that became my poison of choice. Not the most Irish thing ever, but oh fucking well!
These little Irish jig dancers came out and did adorable little routines. They were wearing wigs and neon. Gotta love it.
Cocktail appreciates bouncing pre-teens.
He just wants to bang on her drum all day.
I can still mean business with a shamrock taped to my forehead!
Put a couple of $3 vodka lemonades in me and I become a complete ham. Belie dat.
What a fun little crew.
No! I donwanna. And you can't make me!
Hmmm... this looks familiar.
LL is so fucking hot.
I can see your fillings!
I can't write this stuff. My friends are crackheads.
Ain't that the truth?
I can't tell you how much this cracks me up. Man, I am sucking at caption writing today. I am super distracted. I have something important cookin' in a half an hour and I am trying to speed this along.
I am such a stitch.
Once that place cleared out, we were foolish enough to think we'd be able to get into Fado, probablythe most crowded Irish pub in Chicago. The line was around the block and even the feminine wiles of T did not work on the unflinching bouncers. So we abandoned our need to hang out in an authentic Irish pub and made our way to Grand Central. That place is close to Cocktails and offers us free/discounted drinks from our friend P. At this point, being there was a complete blur. I know I saw some Purdue compadres and did some shots, but that's all the memory I can muster.
He's ma's happy 'lil boy!
Is that my... tongue? And is it touching her... oh my.
Great googaly moogaly, I look ready to slip into a coma!
This one speaks volumes about the end of our night.
The next morning, I woke up on Cocktails leather love seat with cinnamon gum stuck to my butt. I think we watched "The Weather Man" the night before, because I have distinct memory of some little girl (his daughter?) being called Camel Toe at school. Or did I dream that?!?!?
After watching most of "Ferris Bueller" that morning, my girls came to pick me up and I was the least hungover of the lot. Go me!!
That night my fabulous friend Nate was having a get together a few blocks away from me, so H and I walked over and had a few cocktails. For once, I got the be the one to reminisce about high school instead of H. I got to be all giggly on the phone with a former classmate because some of the guys there wanted me to invite him over. He had a sporting event the next day, but promised that we would hang out soon. He's cute. I've known him since 6th grade. I had a little crush on him back in the day and remembered just how cute he was at the reunion. We hung out that night. We talked a bit after and then kind of stopped, but he e-mailed me out of the blue last week, so things are looking good. Shit, I have to leave in 10 minutes, gotta speed this along...
This is the only picture I took the whole night. Me and my Nicky P. He has really filled out. I love how many different type of gay boys I have in my life. Short ones, tall ones, butch ones, flamy ones... and I love 'em all. When you do musical theater for years and live in Boystown, being the Grace to many different types of Wills is a given.
Came back to the crib after the party (tried to go to Cans, but got all the way there and forgot my ID. Doh!) The next day, I decided I wanted to go to Indiana and get my car. H and Super Charlie came with me and we actually had a great time. After some Oliver Soft Red wine consumption, we headed out to Lake Station, Indiana (sorta scary/in the middle of nowhere) to go to my aunt's surprise birthday party being held in a barn.
Only in Indiana. Or any other state besides the east coast and California.
The barn. Adorable on the inside. But how often do I get to hang out in a barn? I had to lighten the image considerably because the flash was all ehved up.
We were quickly informed that there was no alcohol at the party, so we volunteered to go get some, totally forgetting they don't sell in on Sundays. So we decided to stop at this little dive bar, load up a bit and go back. Anything to get us through the kareoke being performed that very minute at the party.
This bar really gave me some perspective. Life could always be much worse.
They thought of everything!
The hilljacks were all over us like white on rice. I think I heard the term "high fulutin" to describe us at one point. Thanks for the drinks, Jim Bob, we gots to go!
Mmmmm... The $3.75 popcorn shrimp basket... delicious!!!!
So after surviving the glares of our parents, the party ended around 10 and we headed back to Chicago. With my Prizm Pete. Yay!
I haven't really written without pictures in awhile. Look for it on Thursday. I have a lot going on in the 'ol noggin that I need to get out. And with that, I believe it's time for me to fly.