I AM FUCKING BURNT OUT. I guess that's what I get for having the gall to go out two nights in a row. And go balls out to boot. Of course, my girl LL has never been a good influence on me, but that is why I love her so.
Right now, I want to fashion the three chairs in my office into a makeshift bed. I can barely keep my eyes open. So I decided writing an entry and uploading my hijinks to Flickr was just the ticket to keep my ass (and all other parts of me) awake.
Tuesday night, LL and her fiancee and yours truly went to Blue Bayou on Southport. After we ate, we made him leave so we could have some girl-time. LL is known for forcing me to drink. I kept saying I'd had enough and I would blink and she would be up at the bar, ordering another round. The naughty scamp. But I love her. She asked me to stand up in her wedding and I got really choked up. We have become very close recently. She has been there for me like no one else has and it meant so much to me that she considers me one of her very best friends. Aw.
So, when I realized I was slurring my sentences big time and getting very sappy, I put my foot down and said we needed to leave. When I got outside, I realized architect Dennis had left me a few voice mails, wanting to meet up. The Bayou has tin ceilings and no cell phone reception. He didn't leave a number, figuring it would be on my caller ID. So I didn't have a way of even calling him back. Sucky. His little Irish accent was so cute. So I am hoping we'll meet up before he goes back to Ireland for a few months.
So I crashed on LL's couch. I didn't want to pay for a cab and I knew she'd drive me home in the morning. What a cheap bitch I am. Her and her man just bought a huge condo over on Chicago and Elston and she let me know that I'd have my very own bedroom! Wee! And a whole new neighborhood of bars to explore. Oh happy day!
So yesterday, after a doctor's appointment where I had two pre-cancerous moles removed, I was feeling pretty charged up to go out and have a good time. I called my go-to-gal and took the bus over to her place. I had to walk 1/2 a mile in the cold and high heels, but it was worth it. I got to her apartment and joined in a game of Scene-It with fiancee and his friends. And I HANDED THEM THEIR ASSES! It must have been very emasculating. But when you try to step to Bethany and her pop culture knowledge, you'll get burned every time. The question I answered for the win was "Who played Satan in the movie Little Nicky?" And even though I am a HUGE Adam Sandler fan, I refused to see Little Nicky. It looked God-awful. But I knew he was the son of Satan and that Harvey Keitel played him. How did I know that? I don't know! I wish I could get rid of some of this useless trivia to make way for an understanding of math.
So after the bloodbath, we headed over to The Union, the dimmest and dingiest bar in Lincoln Park. I ate a huge burger (the diet starts today!) and drank a Bloody Mary. Then I got bored and wanted to leave. But LL stole my bag and coat and Ray went and got me another drink.
Then Ray took it upon himself to keep me entertained because the Alamo Bowl was boring the crap out of me. And God bless him for it. But it doesn't mean I'm going home with you, buddy.
LL showing off her rock. I wanted her to put it on her middle finger, but it wouldn't fit. Damn water weight.
So I stayed for a bit. I got in a very lovey mood, so I texted all of my good friends ""I love u very much & im glad we are friends!" The responses varied from "aw, i luv u 2" to "r u high?" Then I came across an estranged friend and decided to text her "congratulations" because she got engaged the day before LL. Her and LL had a falling out, but our lovey mood prompted LL to call her and before you know it, her and my ex-roomie (her new fiancee) showed up at the bar to hang out with us. Then 2 seconds later, my favorite boy Robbie Cocktail walked in and made my night. I am so glad I didn't leave! And so the fun ensued...
ARGH! This picture could have been hot if I didn't have my squinty-eyed-howler-monkey-face in full effect. I don't know what it is about my boobs, but LL sure manages to enjoy them every time I am in her presence. Just one of the reasons I have dubbed her LL. (Lipstick Lesbian for you newcomers. The story behind it is right here.)
Hmmm... interesting composition. Very avant garde. Or not.
Here are three levels of happiness. We're fun.
I look like a deer in the headlights. He looks like someone who just sucked a lemon. And sadly, this is the best picture we have ever taken.
LL and J left to go across the street, which left Cocktail, his friend and me the sole patrons of the bar. So we followed them to Mix, the same club I went to on my birthday. I love that place! Cocktail and Co. disappeared and I went and joined my girls at the front bar.
Holy hell, our own personal bartender (we were the only ones sitting at the front bar) was hot as all get out. He turned us into giggly little schoolgirls. And since I was the only one that was not engaged, I passed along the digits. Call me!
When I couldn't take the hotness of the bartender any longer, I went to the back room where there is a huge dance floor, and much to my amazement and chagrin, I came upon Cocktail doing his modern interpretation of the Chicken Dance.
Shake it, Cocktail!
Shake what you mama gave ya!
This was taken 2 seconds before he noticed me taking his picture and proceeded to chase me down the hall.
So it was going on 2am. I was a whipped pup. It was time to call it a night. I hopped in a cab and took off, with a huge smile on my face. And I woke up with that same smile this morning. I love the fact I can get out of bed at 8:32 and still make it to work by 9:00.
And because I feel like making a list so deal with it, I present...
10 songs I can't get enough of right now:
1. Gl�s�li by Sigur R�s
2. Shake by Ying Yang Twinz
3. Strict Machine by Goldfrapp
4. Hands Of time by Groove Armada
5. Fix You by Coldplay
6. Brokeback Mountain Theme by Gustavo Santaolalla
7. Colorful by Verve Pipe
8. You And Me by Lifehouse
9. Seven Days Without You by Avion
10. Cigarette by Yellowcard
And if I don't see ya, have a great weekend. If you are spending some dough on a New Year's bar party, take it from me and don't get so drunk by 11pm that you are puking on yourself and get kicked out. That's no fun. And a huge waste of money.