Like I need an excuse to look like an idiot

So this past weekend was to be the famed horror weekend in Chicago. Well, it was a pretty awesome weekend, but it didn't involve too much horror as planned.

So I got to the city at like 7:30 or something, not too bad. Went to get beer, then we commenced figuring out what to do. I showered and put on my costume, at which point I was laughed at. It was great. I looked ridiculously similar to Charlie from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" in the episode "Charlie Goes America All Over Everyone's Ass." I was on beer 4 by the time I got in the shower. So we find somewhere to go out, and it was pretty fun. Except, there was a costume competition and it was one of the dumbest things I've ever seen. Actually I'm ashamed that I was even there to witness it. I think I was hit on also.



While I was in the bathroom at the bar, there was a dude who was dressed as Tony Montana. Well, the attendant was asking what I was, so I told him. On my way out, he asked me to guess what Tony Montana was. Rather than actually care what he was, I just said Diddy. I'm not sure why I did this, I think I did it as a joke, but maybe also to be a jerk. I was drunk though, so I was justified in doing so. They laughed, then I said what he really was and then hurriedly left the bathroom.

There's one mystery of that night, and that is why Bootz and I had to physically hold back Soupapants from fighting with someone? We're not really sure what happened, we just remember physically holding her back. So anyways, we get to El Burrito, of course, and wait in line. Soupapants heads to the bathroom, and then some dude comes in and I think he opened the door? And then he came up to Bootz and I and was complaining that someone was in the bathroom. At which point Bootz was like, well, that's our friend and you should not be opening the door if someone is obviously in there. I should probably mention that this dude was like 40. I think. It's kind of hazy.

Anyways, we get back home and I was disappointed with my chicken tacos because the chicken was overcooked. I only managed to eat one of my 3 tacos before feeling full and needing to pass out. And, rather than change or even lay down, I just kind of passed out sitting upright. In my costume. I woke up later, still sitting up, and it was dark, so I changed and laid down to sleep for real.

Woke up at 10 the next day, and I forget what we did in the morning. Watched something on tv or something. Then we got ready for our big day of horror, starting with Saw 3. We went downtown and saw the movie at 1:30, which was awesome by the way. I have no idea what time we got back, but I was considering starting to drink at that point. Well, I did not, and we watched Village of the Damned I think until we left for dinner at like 5:45 or something.

We all got ready to go out and everything, and we left just a little before 9 to go to Barleycorn. Well approximately 1000 people also had the same idea, as it was packed, and the line was not moving. We waited in line for nearly 30 minutes before people finally yelled that the place was full and they weren't letting more in until more left. And since the 3 hour drink special just started, we weren't expecting anyone to leave. So we went to Sluggers to get drunk and not stand outside.

Sluggers was terrible. The age range was anywhere from maybe 22-mid 50's. The old people were creeping me out. At one point, these two ladies came in and sat in the chairs at the bar. Well, one lady was so drunk (these ladies were in their 40's probably) that she fell over in her chair, and didn't realize that she still wasn't on 4 legs as she tried to continue her conversation. Shortly after that, she walked outside by herself and her friend seemed ok with it. I don't think we saw her after that.

Eventually we left, and we headed to Lincoln Park to go to Bacchus. We contemplated 3 hours of drinking for $30, or just drinking as many $3 beers as we could. We opted for the $3 beers. There wasn't too much of note here, except we saw this bouncer violently throw out like 6 dudes. Also, the bar is two levels (at least, I think I saw a third) and the second level is where the dancing is. It's also where this bouncer was. So he was dragging guys down the stairs to throw them out. It was an awesome sight to behold.

So the bar closed and we went home, this time deciding to skip El Burrito, which is the first time I've done that in Chicago in months. I was in the mood for pizza, but we didn't get any.

So we got home, and Bootz heated up some leftover pizza. Then she went to her balcony because she was hot. But she was passing out. So I went to take a picture of her with my phone. It was pitch black of course, but she was still angry with the picture. So, uh, somehow, I ended up lying on my stomach on the floor, and she was sitting on my back. And I was laughing so hard that I could not breathe. She wanted to delete the picture from my phone but couldn't figure out how to work it. So I even tried to help her and she still sat on my back. I think I caught my breath like 2 minutes later. Then Soupapants passed out cold.

Bootz was eating the pizza she warmed up, and as she was doing so, she was crumping. And it was awesome to see. The saddest thing about it was that I'm the only one who was there to witness it. So then I started to pass out on the phone, and I went and had a piece of pizza that was now cold and gross, and decided I was done with that. So then I passed out, last out of everyone.

Then yesterday I woke up at 9:30, a solid hour before everyone else, and watched some Meerkat Manor. So that's pretty much the weekend. The only horror we saw was Saw 3, which was awesome, Village of the Damned, and parts of The Exorcist. And the last two were on TV, so they weren't even scary. But still, awesome weekend. At some point on Saturdya night I got hit on as well, which means I got hit on twice as much dressed up as Charlie than when I dress normally.

This weekend is probably going to be just as awesome, with Borat coming out, and Saturday night is going to be awesome.