First of all, let me get this out of my system:
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHYA!
Thank you.
Over all, a GREAT weekend. But Purdue lost. They are no longer undefeated. And they lost a game the TOTALLY should have won. So frustrating. And if I hear more shit-talking from these bastards surrounding me, I may just have go kamikaze on their asses.
Man, I could really go for a Taco Bell hard taco and a Nachos Bell Grande right now.
Kicked the weekend off by laying low. The new, cute guy I have recently began seeing came over and we decided to stay in. Got some food, some Blue Moons and proceeded to watch "Super Size Me." Has anyone else seen this? Damn. McDonald's is bad! It's B-A-D. So is it horrible that after watching this, I was craving a McD's cheeseburger? Is is worse that I ate one the very next day? Anyhow, it made me re-think my diet a bit. I never want to be one of those women whose heads they cut off for anonymity's sake or backsides they film to illustrate the point how fat America is. Well, you would never catch my wearing stretch pants at 245 lbs so my cellulite could assist in illustrating that point. But I digress. It was a lovely evening. This guy is great and it is about damn time I was excited about someone. I was due.
I didn't get to bed until 3:30 (but it was worth it!) and I set my alarm for 9am. Got up, got ready, made some frantic phone calls to locate jumper cables for my shitbox car that was dead, once again. The saga of my car is now over. It was in a garage. For months. I never drive. Driving in Chicago is a NIGHTMARE. So since I have roommates who work for Enterprise and said I could park in a garage for free, I took full advantage. Too bad the fuckos at the garage caught on and booted my car. I had to pay $500 to get the boot off. Like I have an extra $500 laying around! But pay I did. Then I lollygagged and didn't actually come to get my car out until this past Thursday. Oh, fun side note: The car had been broken into between getting the boot off and picking it up. The idiots didn't steal anything. They just threw a heavy ass lead brick through 3 of the windows, including the front window. So there went another $350 to get the windows replaced so I could get the car the hell out of Chicago and off to my parent's place. So Prison Pete (my car's name - long story), I won't miss you one bit. Stay strong in the suburbs and maybe I'll ask you to tag along for the occasional random road trip.
The trip to Purdue ended up being 5 girls. Which was great. Not too many people to keep track of or entertain. Plus girls get offered drinks more often than guys, so keeping the trip all girls also kept it cheap. Everyone had a fabulous time. I forgot my IDs at home but though my crows feet and 3 strands of gray hair would be all the ID I needed. Apparently not. Those power-hungry bouncers at Harry's are strict. I managed to get into 3 bars anyway. I ate twice and drank enough for a great buzz, all for the bargain price of $25. How great is that? I often don't think twice about spending $8 on one drink, but being back at Purdue reminded me how ridiculous that really is.
There were a few blasts from the past, but not as many as I thought. I am almost 28. People have babies and mortgages and adult lives and going to Homecoming isn't as important anymore I guess. But it was great to spend one night reminiscing. I spent a lot of time pointing out buildings, saying things like "That is new!" "What the hell is that?" "There used to be such and such here." "There is my old apartment." "I bought my first 6 pack there." "I had sex in this elevator!" etc. Hopefully I didn't drive my friends too crazy. But so much has changed down there. It is sad and wonderful at the same time.
The girls I took along were so fun. They appreciated the atmosphere and genuinely liked the places I took them and the friends I introduced them too. I danced and remembered I do still have rhythm in there somewhere. I drank and remembered a $4.25 long island tastes much better than one for $9. I ate La Bambas and remembered why that is not a good idea right before you go to bed. I slept on a floor and remembered why my back ain't having that. I laughed at inside jokes and remembered why going to Purdue was the best six years of my life.