Weekend in Chicago
This was definitely an interesting weekend in Chicago. It basically went not according to plan at all, and it was the first weekend in Chicago that I didn't start drinking before 3 p.m. in a long time.
So, first, work was great on Friday. I stayed nearly two hours past when I should have left because I kept getting ridiculous jobs to do. So I left my place at 5:40, luckily traffic was fine that late, and I got to the city around 8:30. And immediately showered and started drinking. Friday night we went to Improv Olympics, but the show didn't start until 12. So we drank until we left, then went there and drank more. The show was pretty good. At one point, the topic came up of baseball, and there was an obscure baseball player named. And one of the dudes was pretending to be this baseball player. Well anyone who knows Wally Joyner knows he swings left-handed, but they were swinging right-handed on stage. I pointed this out to Poops, who told me to tell them. I was like, uh, they're on stage. Well, logic be damned, we both shouted out that he was left-handed. The guys on stage took it well, and made a comment about why some girl would know anything about such an obscure baseball player. I guess it was a funnier story if you were there. After the show we went to dance, but really all I remember was getting to the bar, standing around, getting another beer at last call, then going to get some sweet sweet El Burrito. I think I played some drunk guitar when we got back, and then we passed out (Shannon first obviously).
Not sure when we woke up Saturday, but we had a busy day planned. Lunch, thrift store shopping for Halloween costume, Grudge 1 with Brooke (while Bootz and Poops went downtown shopping), meet up for Grudge 2 downtown, then Meg comes into town, then drunken shenanigans. Well, Brooke's phone quit working correctly. So that threw an immediate chink in the plans. So, instead I went downtown shopping with the girls. Which I was less than excited about. Except for ridiculing decisions, that sounded like fun. So after hours of standing and shopping and waiting around, including checking out 3 separate times at H & M, we went to Su Casa for drinks before the movie. Meg decided she didn't want to come to Chicago since we'd be at the movie, so there's chink in plans number 2. Well, the movie SUCKED. I mean, maybe if you haven't seen the first one it was ok. But more on this later.
So we get back, get ready, drink before going out. Well, most of us wanted to dance (I don't know when I started needing to dance all the time) but we didn't want to go where we always go to dance. And, I'm kind of shocked at Wrigleyville's shortage of good dancing places. Anyways, after putting it off for nearly an hour, we finally go out. After going to the first bar for a while, we decide it's time to dance and we go to Sluggers. Which was pretty full. So we're enjoying ourselves, and Poops backs into this dude while leaning back or something. Thus begins one of the greatest moments I've ever witnessed in my life: The Dance Off.
Now, I was pretty drunk, so I can't remember too much about it. But this dude has obviously spent a lot of time practicing, because he was pretty good. And, when I say pretty good, I mean for a white dude who requests a dance off with anyone. But it was ridiculously funny. And, unfortunately, Poops lost.
So we all get ready to leave and go get more Mexican food, and we walk out of the bar. And, as we all get out and start walking, this girl walks past us and says to me I have beautiful eyes or something. Mainly I was in shock as to how she could see my eyes in the dark from behind. I think I said thanks (although that's been disputed). So then we get more Mexican food, and I'm unable to finish my tacos. Poops and Boots make fun of me, so I get up to leave and tell them to clean up my stuff. And they did it!! We got back and I pulled a Shannon and passed out on the couch early.
Sunday I woke up at 10, a solid 90 minutes before anyone else. We got lunch, then I went shopping again with the girls. This time was funnier because Shannon was also with us and was making much more ridiculous suggestions than I was. Then she hit a girl on the head with a boot. Then I was heavily treaded on.
So that was the weekend. And apparently it looks like I'll be spending the next 3 weekends in the city as well. Maybe I should start looking for an apartment.
So, first, work was great on Friday. I stayed nearly two hours past when I should have left because I kept getting ridiculous jobs to do. So I left my place at 5:40, luckily traffic was fine that late, and I got to the city around 8:30. And immediately showered and started drinking. Friday night we went to Improv Olympics, but the show didn't start until 12. So we drank until we left, then went there and drank more. The show was pretty good. At one point, the topic came up of baseball, and there was an obscure baseball player named. And one of the dudes was pretending to be this baseball player. Well anyone who knows Wally Joyner knows he swings left-handed, but they were swinging right-handed on stage. I pointed this out to Poops, who told me to tell them. I was like, uh, they're on stage. Well, logic be damned, we both shouted out that he was left-handed. The guys on stage took it well, and made a comment about why some girl would know anything about such an obscure baseball player. I guess it was a funnier story if you were there. After the show we went to dance, but really all I remember was getting to the bar, standing around, getting another beer at last call, then going to get some sweet sweet El Burrito. I think I played some drunk guitar when we got back, and then we passed out (Shannon first obviously).
Not sure when we woke up Saturday, but we had a busy day planned. Lunch, thrift store shopping for Halloween costume, Grudge 1 with Brooke (while Bootz and Poops went downtown shopping), meet up for Grudge 2 downtown, then Meg comes into town, then drunken shenanigans. Well, Brooke's phone quit working correctly. So that threw an immediate chink in the plans. So, instead I went downtown shopping with the girls. Which I was less than excited about. Except for ridiculing decisions, that sounded like fun. So after hours of standing and shopping and waiting around, including checking out 3 separate times at H & M, we went to Su Casa for drinks before the movie. Meg decided she didn't want to come to Chicago since we'd be at the movie, so there's chink in plans number 2. Well, the movie SUCKED. I mean, maybe if you haven't seen the first one it was ok. But more on this later.
So we get back, get ready, drink before going out. Well, most of us wanted to dance (I don't know when I started needing to dance all the time) but we didn't want to go where we always go to dance. And, I'm kind of shocked at Wrigleyville's shortage of good dancing places. Anyways, after putting it off for nearly an hour, we finally go out. After going to the first bar for a while, we decide it's time to dance and we go to Sluggers. Which was pretty full. So we're enjoying ourselves, and Poops backs into this dude while leaning back or something. Thus begins one of the greatest moments I've ever witnessed in my life: The Dance Off.
Now, I was pretty drunk, so I can't remember too much about it. But this dude has obviously spent a lot of time practicing, because he was pretty good. And, when I say pretty good, I mean for a white dude who requests a dance off with anyone. But it was ridiculously funny. And, unfortunately, Poops lost.
So we all get ready to leave and go get more Mexican food, and we walk out of the bar. And, as we all get out and start walking, this girl walks past us and says to me I have beautiful eyes or something. Mainly I was in shock as to how she could see my eyes in the dark from behind. I think I said thanks (although that's been disputed). So then we get more Mexican food, and I'm unable to finish my tacos. Poops and Boots make fun of me, so I get up to leave and tell them to clean up my stuff. And they did it!! We got back and I pulled a Shannon and passed out on the couch early.
Sunday I woke up at 10, a solid 90 minutes before anyone else. We got lunch, then I went shopping again with the girls. This time was funnier because Shannon was also with us and was making much more ridiculous suggestions than I was. Then she hit a girl on the head with a boot. Then I was heavily treaded on.
So that was the weekend. And apparently it looks like I'll be spending the next 3 weekends in the city as well. Maybe I should start looking for an apartment.
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