This week better fly. Memorial Day weekend has historically been very awesome since I have moved to Chicago and I know this year should be no exception. I am heading to Ohio to Dra's cottage on some lake that has a destination named "Put-In-Bay." That sounds promising. I just need to get the fuck out of dodge for a weekend. I love Chicago and all, but I am way overdue for a roadtrip.
Driving alone to Indianapolis alone like I did this weekend does not count. But more about that later.
It was a nice little week. Got some bonding time with my friend Jay on Tuesday. Ate at Buca Di Beppo and went to a law school party. Went to Pearl Jam on Wednesday. They didn't play Release, but I didn't cry. Regardless of what they did or did not play, it was a nice time. Mai Tais rule. Driving after consuming 4 of them does not. Neither does getting your car towed the next morning. And it definitely does not rule to have to walk in high heels to the underbelly of Chicago, AKA Lower Wacker to pay $160 to get your car back. Spent Thursday grocery and liquor shopping. We bought a ridiculous amount of food and booze, but it was all worth it.
We had our housewarming party on Friday and it was a pretty rockin' time. It was a very random assortment of people, but people that I enjoy very much. we spent the hour before the party frantically preparing food that we didn't have the foresight to work on earlier in the day. Thank God no one showed up until and hour after it started. Well, one person did. And he was an awesome help.
I am wicked pissed that I couldn't find frames to fit the prints I ordered. The walls looked so bare in the living room. Hrmph.
Ex-roommates and their paramours.
Martha Stewart gots nothing on me!
My Nathan is adorable! Shake it, sista!
I miss our Belmont porch. smoking on the front steps just ain't the same.
The most awesome brother/sister combo since Donny & Marie.
Dayum, Tad sure is tall.
Random party shot.
LL is only really mentally gimpy.
24 years of friendship and we're still holdin' it down.
I don't even remember this. Whoever took it got an eyeful of ass. Hi Chucks!
The next morning, I woke up with an empty martini glass in my bed. Well done, Bethany. It took me forever to pull myself together and get on the road. My girl Jessi was having her bachlorette party down in Indy and since we've been planning that night since we were 20, no amount of hungoverness was going to keep me away. It took me about 3 hours to get there. Not one single person passed me, if that tells you anything about my MPH. The drive home was a different story. I stayed in the right lane and could barely keep my eyes open. It took me an extra hour to get back. I hate the Dan Ryan. More specifically, I hate the effers who decided this was the right time to work on it.
I got to my old house around 7:30. It looks fantastic. My old room is now where all the random shit is stored and it is bright yellow. Mmmmmkay... Jessi and Matt are thinking about buying it and they really should. The front porch is reason enough. The only thing I didn't like about that house was finding drunk Butler students passed out on the front lawn in the morning. I'd have to drag out the hose. That got really old.
So the hugs, small talk and drinking commenced. There was even half-assed karioke (you have to ENUNCIATE, Jessi!) and she started off with "I'm Proud To Be An American."
She is the most random person alive.
The velvet Elvis portrait (he has a single tear running down his cheek, it's awesome) was from me. I wanted to get her something she could actually use.
Cheers.
Yay for lingerie!
Being a mommy sure can fuck with your mind.
I love and miss my Shoemaker girls dearly.
I don't know her, but I love her too.
Like I said... random.
Maybe she was just dancing in the dark.
A hair brushing might have helped.
Screw you guys... I'm going home.
The club was fun but a few of us took off to meet up with some guys Alissa knows. We went to Chumley's and I noticed how each bar on the strip had a long-ass line. It wasn't like that at all when I lived there. It was such over-crowded bullshit. And it looked like most people had fake IDs. There was no way some of those guys at Land Sharks even had pubes. Since my phone was dead, I didn't end up being able to call a few old associates to come and hang out. Allyson and I gave up and headed back to Jessi's. We just can't party on til the break of dawn like we used to. So we were relegated to hanging out on the porch swing and smoking since we got locked out.
You tend to lose touch with a lot of people after college, but a true friend is someone you can come back to and feel like you haven't lost anytime. I was a bit nervous to see everyone again since it had been so long, but since it felt just like the good old days, I am super excited for the wedding in June. There was a reason I was so close with all these girls in college. They are flat-out amazing people. The reminder was nice.
Some people showed up and pointed out that the keys were in the mailbox. Which was told to us several times before we departed. Damn you, Long Island!
Hanging out post-bar crawl.
Ah, to be 21 again...
All the girls from my house slept in the basement, Jessi included. We all laid side-by-side and giggled. It was just like the cold air dorm. Except I never actually slept in the cold-air dorm during my tenure at the house. Thanks to all the boyfriends with apartments and beds bigger than a twin.
My view from my spot on the floor. Not too comfy.
Everyone woke up around 8am to go upstairs and hang out. Fuck that. I jumped up on the couch and slept for another hour. After recounting stories of the previous night, I got back into Prison Pete and drove the long and arduous way home. FUCKING. DAN. RYAN. Got back, took and shower and slept some more.
Since my phone is jacked and won't even turn on anymore (and I just got it replaced last month. WTF?) I stormed over to Verizon after my nap. I was freshly woken up and looking like ass, but Pedro must have taken a liking to me, because he took one look at my phone and went to the back. He came out with a brand new phone, better than the one I had and just handed it to me saying, "I don't normally do this..." Holy hell! So, I will never say another bad word about Verizon again. And that might be tough. I am sure they will find another way to screw me over in the coming weeks.
Dra came over, we grabbed some Potbelly's and watched "The Family Stone" which already had the ending ruined for me. So I had to ruin it for everyone else. I liked it a lot more than I thought I would. While I wanted to punch Sara Jessica in the face during the first part of the movie... I was loving her after she got wasted. So, what's the lesson in that?
Right.
Do I always look this pissed off? No wonder small children are afraid of me.
The first day I laid eyes on Charlie. I needed to post this to remind myself how cute he is. Because he ain't cute when he's taking a dump on our brand new rug.