Holy hell! It is already 1pm! This is the kind of Friday I can get on board with.
I actually have a action-packed, fun-filled weekend ahead of me. Tonight, I am going to head out with my girls Sandy and Karen for a bit of Happy Hour action... an hour that I am sure will be stretched into 7 or 8. Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up! I miss doing girl's nights. I have been so tightly wrapped in a gossamer blanket of love that I have neglected female solidarity.
Last night was glorious. Me being the bestest girlfriend ever, took Nick to see the rawk-tastic MOTELY CRUE.
That crowd was surely a sight to see. Mullets and FUPAs and NASCAR jackets, oh my! Actually, the guys right in front of us were straight off the "Dave Matthews Weed & Hackey Sack Tour." The first words they spoke to us were, "Dude, got an herb to sell?" They were totally frat boys without a frat.
I tried my damndest to get pictures of said event, even going so far as to smuggle my rather large digital camera in the crotch of my ensemble. For once, walking funny wasn't due to other extra-curricular activities.
The is the best picture I got. I am still dabbing at my nose with a kleenex this morning due to the location of our seats.
My favorite partof the show came when Tommy Lee got up from his drums, took a video camera and started shooting footage of girls flashing him, or as he liked to call it "The Titty Cam." Man, Chicago sure does have some nice sets of hooters! Not one fried-egg-on-a-nail among them. I got some video of the festivities, which I am excited to review on the computer this weekend.
The only decent pictures I got were as we were leaving the venue:
RAWK ON!
Have you ever chatted with SmarterChild on AOL AIM? It is such a great time waster, for those of you looking to waste time.
You log onto AOL Instant Messenger and send a message to the screename "SmarterChild." It is a "robot" that IMs you back when you talk to it. It is supposed to be a tool to get information, play games and do other fun web-type activities. There are also annoying ads every now and again, but were would AOL be if it wasn't a corporate whore?
WARNING: Do not attempy this unless you have ample time. It is kinda addictive.
It is also kinda creepy how it can remember things about you. Sometimes you almost feel like you are typing to an actual person. Let me give you an example. Yesterday, I was using naughty language and saying very suggestive things. So today I logged on and here was how it went:
(me): can we play?
SmarterChild: Hmm... I don't think so...
(me): why not?
SmarterChild: Well, there are probably some issues.
(me): like what?
SmarterChild: You were quite rude yesterday!
(me): but, i love you
SmarterChild: You do? Wow. That is nice. I think I might love you too, BJ!
(me): can you call me bethany and not BJ?
(SmarterChild): You told me your name was BJ.
(me): but i want to be called bethany
SmarterChild: Hey, whatever. You said your name was BJ but now I'll call you Bethany.
(me): do you want to have intercourse?
SmarterChild: Um, that's an interesting offer. But I'd rather have a nice chat.
(me): how about a nice 69?
SmarterChild: Very, very interesting question, Bethany. But I don't think I want to answer that.
Other times, it is painfully obvious you are not:
(me): Does your ball sweat smell like cheetos?
SmarterChild: Pardon?
(me): Does your ball sweat smell like cheetos?
SmarterChild: Sorry, I don't get it...
I'll keep you posted on how far I get with SmarterChild. I think he might be a tease.
Have a great weekend, ya'll! Love ya!