The birthday of Poops
This was a really busy weekend in that I had planned to go to Chicago on Friday, take the train, then come home early Sunday morning, early meaning before 12, as I am rarely able to do anything more than sit up before 12 on a Sunday morning. However, things did not go entirely as planned.
Massive snowstorm here on Thursday night/Friday morning, work had been cancelled kind of (I may explain later). So I spent all day checking the road conditions of I-74 (between Peoria and Bloomington) and it continually said 100% snow/ice covered. Great. Train leaves at 6 from Bloomington, so I left at 4 to get there on time. I didn't even see pavement until I got onto 74. Anyways, I saw at least 15 cars in the ditch on the 40ish mile drive, but managed to make it in about an hour. I get my ticket, and the guy working there tells me they haven't seen any trains all day, they're still waiting for the 7:31 a.m. train, so I should try to get on any Northbound train I can find. Kink in my plans #1, no going for a drink before the train arrives.
After an hour, I discover, thanks to Bootz, that the train has been cancelled. However, there was no announcement at the station, they seemed to have no idea what was going on at all. I refund my tickets and decide to drive to Chicago. The roads were kind of bad for about 40 miles, with only one lane clear for the almost the entire way, but the rest was perfect. I get to Chicago at 9 (pretty good timing considering) and the party begins.
I hadn't had dinner Friday, and I barely ate anything for lunch and didn't feel so hot for most of the day. However, that didn't stop me from enjoying Friday night. We saw the battle of the bands at Hi Tops, which was pretty cool, then we went to Red Ivy and danced for the rest of the night. I am not sure how much I drank, but I was feeling pretty good. We left when they kicked us out, and went to sweet El Burrito. I don't remember anything too specifically crazy about anything after that. And I have no idea when I passed out. Maybe around 3.
Saturday woke up around 9, then went back to sleep until like 11 or something. I'm not positive. Basically spent all day doing nothing until the Illini game, however I did get an awesome Italian beef. It needs to be mentioned. Anyways, I had 2 beers during the Illini game, then we got more later. We left at 8:30 to go to friends' house to pre-game there. I was at 4 beers. That's pretty much where I lost count. I think I had 4 more (or so) and a half-shot during the pre-game, we left at 10:30 to go to Dueling Pianos at Sluggers.
While we were pre-gaming we played this game called "What the F*ck, the Raunchy version." The asterisk was the game's title, not mine, but I'm assuming it stands for a curse word. Anyways, the game itself was not entirely raunchy, although some of it was gross. By far the most raunchy thing about the game was the included glossary of terms, just in case you didn't know what some of the phrases were. Needless to say, there were some very disturbing choices.
On the way in a cab, our shotgun rider didn't wear his seatbelt and the car kept dinging. He said he felt the driver was safe enough, which the drive enjoyed. We actually beat the girls (not sure why guys and girls was the divider for what cab we took) to the bar. As we're walking inside, the cab pulls away and stops in traffic, and then he gets read ended by a car leaving a parking spot. We hurried inside.
So we get inside and the girls get there, and we all go and get drinks and whatever. We're sitting, enjoying the pianos, and half the group goes to the batting cages. I made my way over there eventually and had a token waiting for the batting cage, so I jumped in. I don't want to brag, but I put on a spectacle in the cage. People gathered around, ooh-ing and ahh-ing, it was truly a sight. Or maybe that didn't really happen. But it was fun, and aside from the 4 or 5 balls I missed, I was completely dominant. In the 40-45 mph cage.
At some point I was written on in pen, and I'm not really sure why. But we all headed downstairs to dance, and this time I do not remember any thrilling dance-offs. We left to go to El Burrito again (I didn't have dinner again) and for some reason I apparently was doing a strange sort of kick-dance-walk thing. I also think it was embarassing to be seen with me doing that. Because how could it not be?
El Burrito was again awesome, and I think it was about 4 when I passed out. Also of note, at 11:16, while at sluggers, I got a call from an 800 number. I didn't answer, but they left a voicemail. I checked it when we got home and it was from Amtrak. "We were just calling about your train tomorrow...you're fine. click." Strange.
Anyways, I should point out that the streets were clear in Chicago. When I got home yesterday, the streets in Peoria, downtown mind you, were still snow covered. When I left for work this morning, they were still snow covered.
So that was the weekend. Not as expected, but worked out anyways. And was awesome.
Massive snowstorm here on Thursday night/Friday morning, work had been cancelled kind of (I may explain later). So I spent all day checking the road conditions of I-74 (between Peoria and Bloomington) and it continually said 100% snow/ice covered. Great. Train leaves at 6 from Bloomington, so I left at 4 to get there on time. I didn't even see pavement until I got onto 74. Anyways, I saw at least 15 cars in the ditch on the 40ish mile drive, but managed to make it in about an hour. I get my ticket, and the guy working there tells me they haven't seen any trains all day, they're still waiting for the 7:31 a.m. train, so I should try to get on any Northbound train I can find. Kink in my plans #1, no going for a drink before the train arrives.
After an hour, I discover, thanks to Bootz, that the train has been cancelled. However, there was no announcement at the station, they seemed to have no idea what was going on at all. I refund my tickets and decide to drive to Chicago. The roads were kind of bad for about 40 miles, with only one lane clear for the almost the entire way, but the rest was perfect. I get to Chicago at 9 (pretty good timing considering) and the party begins.
I hadn't had dinner Friday, and I barely ate anything for lunch and didn't feel so hot for most of the day. However, that didn't stop me from enjoying Friday night. We saw the battle of the bands at Hi Tops, which was pretty cool, then we went to Red Ivy and danced for the rest of the night. I am not sure how much I drank, but I was feeling pretty good. We left when they kicked us out, and went to sweet El Burrito. I don't remember anything too specifically crazy about anything after that. And I have no idea when I passed out. Maybe around 3.
Saturday woke up around 9, then went back to sleep until like 11 or something. I'm not positive. Basically spent all day doing nothing until the Illini game, however I did get an awesome Italian beef. It needs to be mentioned. Anyways, I had 2 beers during the Illini game, then we got more later. We left at 8:30 to go to friends' house to pre-game there. I was at 4 beers. That's pretty much where I lost count. I think I had 4 more (or so) and a half-shot during the pre-game, we left at 10:30 to go to Dueling Pianos at Sluggers.
While we were pre-gaming we played this game called "What the F*ck, the Raunchy version." The asterisk was the game's title, not mine, but I'm assuming it stands for a curse word. Anyways, the game itself was not entirely raunchy, although some of it was gross. By far the most raunchy thing about the game was the included glossary of terms, just in case you didn't know what some of the phrases were. Needless to say, there were some very disturbing choices.
On the way in a cab, our shotgun rider didn't wear his seatbelt and the car kept dinging. He said he felt the driver was safe enough, which the drive enjoyed. We actually beat the girls (not sure why guys and girls was the divider for what cab we took) to the bar. As we're walking inside, the cab pulls away and stops in traffic, and then he gets read ended by a car leaving a parking spot. We hurried inside.
So we get inside and the girls get there, and we all go and get drinks and whatever. We're sitting, enjoying the pianos, and half the group goes to the batting cages. I made my way over there eventually and had a token waiting for the batting cage, so I jumped in. I don't want to brag, but I put on a spectacle in the cage. People gathered around, ooh-ing and ahh-ing, it was truly a sight. Or maybe that didn't really happen. But it was fun, and aside from the 4 or 5 balls I missed, I was completely dominant. In the 40-45 mph cage.
At some point I was written on in pen, and I'm not really sure why. But we all headed downstairs to dance, and this time I do not remember any thrilling dance-offs. We left to go to El Burrito again (I didn't have dinner again) and for some reason I apparently was doing a strange sort of kick-dance-walk thing. I also think it was embarassing to be seen with me doing that. Because how could it not be?
El Burrito was again awesome, and I think it was about 4 when I passed out. Also of note, at 11:16, while at sluggers, I got a call from an 800 number. I didn't answer, but they left a voicemail. I checked it when we got home and it was from Amtrak. "We were just calling about your train tomorrow...you're fine. click." Strange.
Anyways, I should point out that the streets were clear in Chicago. When I got home yesterday, the streets in Peoria, downtown mind you, were still snow covered. When I left for work this morning, they were still snow covered.
So that was the weekend. Not as expected, but worked out anyways. And was awesome.
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