Things to do in Peoria
This has been a shitty week for me. I've been working so much that it can only be quantified with adjectives, like evil, or ignominant (I just made that word up) or retarded. In fact, in the past 6 days (you've got it, I've worked all 7 days this past week), I've been in to work at 4 (for anywhere between 75 minutes to 105 minutes until I go home and try futilely to sleep) 4 of them.
But today was the first day that I've been in this early on a weekend (or any weekend, as I've only had to come in on a weekend once before for like 10 minutes). Sidenote, there was one time that I had to come in to work and worked from 3a.m.-4:30p.m., that was a rough Friday. But coming into work early when people are out drinking gets me very angry. Mainly because I can't be drinking. Well, I guess I could, but despite popular opinion, I'm not an alcoholic. And if I'm going to be waking up that early, alcohol will not aid the situation. But I digress.
So here is a list of things you can do Peoria at 3:45 in the morning on a Sunday, which is when I wake up to go in that early (4, not 3).
1.) Close down 4play. Yes, the World Famous Big Al's is open until 4 a.m. on weekends. I'm assuming the other bars are also, I don't think even I've been there that late. So, if you've got a feening to see some naked ladies until 4, go there. And I was awake and on my wake to work while people were probably getting last call or getting thrown out for lewd behavior.
2.) Get pizza from Hoops. Hoops has awesome pizza, and I think they serve pizza till 5. I'm not sure when they stop serving alcohol, so I can't say for sure if you can drink there. But, come on, that is some fucking awesome pizza. I think you could hate all kinds of pizza, and if you're drunk (even if you're not, but especially if you are), you could not hate that pizza. Great, now I'm getting hungry.
3.) Get pulled over by the cops. I heard a lot of screaming, probably from unruly drunks, while I was up this morning. I was jealous of the unruly drunk part. So I looked out my window to see if I could see what was going on, and on the street below a car had been pulled over, and there were 3 cop cars behind it. And it looked like one of the cars was the K9 unit, as it was not a car, but a Jeep.
Note, that reminds me of one time I was driving back to work from another building. I always drive right past my building, and this day as I drove past it, I saw like two cop cars who had basically driven up onto the curb of the courtyard outside my building. I tried to look and see what was going on, and I saw a couple dudes in cuffs and a giant dufflebag. I'm assuming it was a drug bust (this was at like 9:30 in the morning) but I never saw anything about it on the news, nor read about it. So I'm expecting the same result from this most recent experience.
4. Have some sort of crazy drunken Chinese fire drill that lasts about 20 minutes. I mentioned before that there was crazy screaming going on. Well, since I only saw the cop car, I thought maybe it was some lady screaming her brains out at the cops that had pulled her over. But, as I pulled out of my parking garage, I saw these three ladies standing outside of a car with its door open. I could immediately tell that these were the ladies screaming that I heard when I was upstairs in my apartment. I didn't look to see what was going on, I'm just going to assume that they were drunk and decided to stop and have everybody get out of the car to scream out some of that drunkenness. And also to have a Chinese fire drill.
(Sidenote: is that an offensive phrase? It's not intended to be, and if it is, I blame it on my small-town upbringing. And society in general.)
So, there you have it. Even in Peoria, there are at least two valid things you can still be doing from Saturday night, while I am waking up and going to work on a miserably early Sunday morning.
I can't get out of here soon enough.
But today was the first day that I've been in this early on a weekend (or any weekend, as I've only had to come in on a weekend once before for like 10 minutes). Sidenote, there was one time that I had to come in to work and worked from 3a.m.-4:30p.m., that was a rough Friday. But coming into work early when people are out drinking gets me very angry. Mainly because I can't be drinking. Well, I guess I could, but despite popular opinion, I'm not an alcoholic. And if I'm going to be waking up that early, alcohol will not aid the situation. But I digress.
So here is a list of things you can do Peoria at 3:45 in the morning on a Sunday, which is when I wake up to go in that early (4, not 3).
1.) Close down 4play. Yes, the World Famous Big Al's is open until 4 a.m. on weekends. I'm assuming the other bars are also, I don't think even I've been there that late. So, if you've got a feening to see some naked ladies until 4, go there. And I was awake and on my wake to work while people were probably getting last call or getting thrown out for lewd behavior.
2.) Get pizza from Hoops. Hoops has awesome pizza, and I think they serve pizza till 5. I'm not sure when they stop serving alcohol, so I can't say for sure if you can drink there. But, come on, that is some fucking awesome pizza. I think you could hate all kinds of pizza, and if you're drunk (even if you're not, but especially if you are), you could not hate that pizza. Great, now I'm getting hungry.
3.) Get pulled over by the cops. I heard a lot of screaming, probably from unruly drunks, while I was up this morning. I was jealous of the unruly drunk part. So I looked out my window to see if I could see what was going on, and on the street below a car had been pulled over, and there were 3 cop cars behind it. And it looked like one of the cars was the K9 unit, as it was not a car, but a Jeep.
Note, that reminds me of one time I was driving back to work from another building. I always drive right past my building, and this day as I drove past it, I saw like two cop cars who had basically driven up onto the curb of the courtyard outside my building. I tried to look and see what was going on, and I saw a couple dudes in cuffs and a giant dufflebag. I'm assuming it was a drug bust (this was at like 9:30 in the morning) but I never saw anything about it on the news, nor read about it. So I'm expecting the same result from this most recent experience.
4. Have some sort of crazy drunken Chinese fire drill that lasts about 20 minutes. I mentioned before that there was crazy screaming going on. Well, since I only saw the cop car, I thought maybe it was some lady screaming her brains out at the cops that had pulled her over. But, as I pulled out of my parking garage, I saw these three ladies standing outside of a car with its door open. I could immediately tell that these were the ladies screaming that I heard when I was upstairs in my apartment. I didn't look to see what was going on, I'm just going to assume that they were drunk and decided to stop and have everybody get out of the car to scream out some of that drunkenness. And also to have a Chinese fire drill.
(Sidenote: is that an offensive phrase? It's not intended to be, and if it is, I blame it on my small-town upbringing. And society in general.)
So, there you have it. Even in Peoria, there are at least two valid things you can still be doing from Saturday night, while I am waking up and going to work on a miserably early Sunday morning.
I can't get out of here soon enough.
posted by Jtrouble at 8:18 AM
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