Can't it please be Friday?
I know that everyone feels this way EVERY Monday, but this Friday is going to be really fun! I hope! See, we are having a party this Friday. A big one. A 4 kegger. Everyone that works at Bank One/Chase and Enterprise Rent-A-Car in the greater Chicagoland area has been invited. Plus a few of my friends and a few of H's. I am supplying hot cider and rum. LL is supplying the jello shots. H is supplying various vodkas and mixers. It's almost like we need alcohol to have fun.
But I am always a bit nervous before I host a party. Will anyone show up? Will too many people show up? Will the place get trashed? Will I walk in on people dry humping on my bed? You just never know.
Plus the costume situation is tripping me out. I am really unsure if I will be able to find anything close to what Vicki donned on Small Wonder. The dream may have to die. I'll be stuck being a sexy nurse or a sexy nun or something else sexy. Because it is a girl's job to be dressed totally slutty on Halloween. When else can I wear fishnets, besides at a Motely Crue concert?
I think I am finally over my three week long cold. I am not sniffly or congested and my head is not throbbing right this minute. Hurrah! It must be the 14 hour long drinking binge on Saturday that helped to kill all the bacteria and germs!
Seriously, I was at a bar from 10:45AM until 1:30AM on Saturday/Sunday. And not just any bar. A PURDUE bar. The best damn bar in Chicago. A place where everybody knows your name.
I originally went to meet up with a buddy from college and watch Purdue inevitably get their asses handed to them on the football field. And I did.
See?
Then I stayed a bit longer to take advantage of the all-you-can-eat-and-drink special that I'd already paid $25 for. Suddenly it was dark and time to go out for the night, so I said "Fuck it! I'll just stay here!"
The owner's dog. How freakin' adorable.
A few more associates showed up and we had ourselves a real party. I really paced myself and stayed relatively sober throughout the day and night. I was the only one.
Don't ask.
I think the Sox had just won the first game at this point. As a northsider and at northside bar, it didn't matter. And the bandwagoners were out the party in full force.
The music started pumping and people crowded onto a makeshift dance floor by the DJ stand.
The White Man's Overbite is in full effect!
We got hungry for something other than olives and pickles sitting in plastic bowls on the bar, so we crossed to road to get a sandwich.
Can't remember this guy's name. A friend of a friend that lives somewhere a few hours north. My memory sucks.
So this weekend, blah, fun, blah. So shitty out yesterday, but LL, Daddy and I managed to get out for a bit and watch the end of the Bears game. BEAR DOWN! All three of us are getting old and lame, so we said fuck the Sox game and headed to LLs to catch Desperate Housewives. It was a good one. Bree scared me, which I liked. Lynette shook her rock solid mom's ass, which I liked. And they made Terri Hatcher kiss the troll from Princess Bride, which I loved.
It's Monday. So of course, I have not yet done a lick of work and I spent an hour over at my favorite site.