I had another knife fight with a monkey
Oh man. What a weekend. It's rare when you get the combination of a birthday celebration, and then the following day is also a celebration of a holiday that includes drinking copious amounts of alcohol basically all day. It would kind of be like if my birthday was on December 29th or something. Or, if you're in school or something, it would be like my birthday was 2 days before Halfway to St. Patrick's Day, or something like that. Anyways, why not just get right into it?
On Friday I decided to take off work early. I didn't take lunch, so I left at 1:15. I was ecstatic about leaving early. I left for Chicago right around 2:20, and I was in traffic for a while, especially on Lake Shore Drive. But, it was rush hour, so, that was a big surprise. I believe I got to Chips's place around 6:10 or so. I pretty much walked in and started drinking pretty soon. We watched the Illini, the girls got ready, and then we all went to LBC for dinner. Well, LBC didn't quite have the exact thing I was looking for, but it was basically the same, so I was cool with it. I also wanted to try to not eat too much, as plans for the night included drinking as much as possible and losing parts of my memory. So we were at LBC until just about 10:00. We walk outside of the bar, hail a cab and then I get sort of ambushed with a blindfold.
Now, at this point, I thought we were going to Belly's. But then the girls all tell me that we had to stop somewhere really quickly, and I'm thinking, shit. Great. Anyways, we walk in the door; I'm still blindfolded. The bouncer, in a very gay-sounding voice, says I'm cute, he wants to take a shot with me later, his boyfriend is going to give me a wristband. At this point I'm positive I'm in a gay-strip club, or some sort of gay club or something. Which is actually strange, because, as I mentioned before, we were already at LBC for dinner. Anyways, the girls walk me in, take off the blindfold, and there are all of my friends, some of whom even lied about what they were doing. And, we were not actually at some sort of gay club, we were at Grand Central, where we were for New Year's Eve. I had actually mentioned going here earlier in the week, and the girls said no and that I was dumb for wanting to go there. So this was an awesome surprise. And, since we had wristbands, we had open bar from 10-1. I was like, you know what, I should get very fucked up. So I drank some captain and coke. And I was already like 5 or 6 beers into the night. After 3 more of those or so, I started getting hazy. I remember we were on the dance floor, trying to find someone for me to dance with or something, and I think I was really more interested in drinking. Then I vaguely remember someone giving me my coat, and at one point I also had 3 beers at once (which I don't really remember). So we left, and went looking for a cab, but we of course could not find one. We went walking down Sheffield, which I don't really remember, because of the shitcannedness. Get home, vaguely remember some things, pass out.
I wake up at 7 a.m., sitting up on the couch. I was embarrassed about passing out sitting upright. Not only that, Kim comes home and tries to wake me up so I'll lay down and was unable to. Oh well. I laid down and slept for a while longer. We sat around, watched something on TV for a while, started watching basketball, went and got lunch. At 1:30 we went to the guys' place to watch basketball and drink ALL DAY. After a couple rousing games of Circle of Death and Asshole, I started getting fairly drunk. Actually, really drunk. I remember it was sometime around 6 or 7 when we went out to Barleycorn. We had a lot of people though, so we were all figuring out who would go in what cab. Well, I think the girls went outside and got a cab, and I was dragged out also. However, I think I tied my shoe inside, stood up, hit my head on the edge of the door (which was open) really hard, which THE Balsan saw, and then went outside. I said my eye hurt in the cab, and the girls said shut up. Then I said it again, and they said shut up and asked if it was bleeding I think. I touched my face, looked at my hand. Yes. Yes I am bleeding. Then they felt bad that they were ignoring me and there are various pictures of it. Basically it's just a little cut on my eyebrow. I would post a picture but someone didn't put pictures of the weekend up yet.
Anyways, we get to Barleycorn and it's packed. There were long lines everywhere. St. Patrick's Day is about as bad as New Year's Eve. It's amateur night again. Anyways, about half an hour later we finally got inside. We went upstairs because there would be dancing later. So there's much more drinking, and after the basketball games end, there's much dancing. We were trying to explain to Streets what a boomerang is, but we told her she'd have to do it, but she was too chicken to find out. I'm sure many people have done it, and there may even be many who also would like to. Her loss. Anyways, drinking, dancing, and Streets somehow becomes belligerently drunk. Chips takes her home, but not before she can fall down. Oops. Eventually, more people from our group have gone home. I think there were 5 of us left, and we all decided to leave as well. Now here's where my dilemma comes in. I was starving. We didn't eat dinner, and I'm always hungry at the end of the night when I'm drunk anyways. Buck says he wants to go to the Mexican place by his place, and since his friends and sister were with us (and staying at his place) they all obliged. I, however, was torn. Chips had left her door unlocked for me, and I didn't want to walk all the way to Buck's, then all the way back. Also, due to other occurrences in the night, I wasn't positive it would be a great idea for me to go stay at Buck's place. So I was like, I'll just go to El Burrito instead.
So there I was, around 2 a.m., in El Burrito by myself. I really didn't want to see anyone I knew. I got my phone out, and started calling just about everyone I knew, and all in a cycle, leaving voicemails with everyone. I stop long enough to get my food, then I leave and continue the calling cycle. Finally I get back to Chips's place. I believe the thought process I had was, holy shit, this taco is awesome. I should share this experience with someone, so I called Ltrain. Then I took some pictures of myself enjoying the tacos. Seriously. They were amazing.
This time I remember laying down to pass out, probably around 3. So I'd say there was a little over 12 hours of drinking. I wake up around 7:30, and there's Streets, kind of laying on the other end of the couch. Why is she there? She wasn't there when I passed out. She said she had no idea why she was there either. We went back to sleep until around 10 I think. Streets was still drunk when she woke up then. We went to get lunch around 12, then came back and watched basketball. Then I left to drive home, piece back together parts of my night and any one of the 13 or so (at least) voicemails I'd left the previous night, and reflect on the pure awesomeness of the weekend.
This weekend had it all. I seriously don't think it could have been much better at all. Now under 3 weeks to Vegas. That one is going to be insane.
On Friday I decided to take off work early. I didn't take lunch, so I left at 1:15. I was ecstatic about leaving early. I left for Chicago right around 2:20, and I was in traffic for a while, especially on Lake Shore Drive. But, it was rush hour, so, that was a big surprise. I believe I got to Chips's place around 6:10 or so. I pretty much walked in and started drinking pretty soon. We watched the Illini, the girls got ready, and then we all went to LBC for dinner. Well, LBC didn't quite have the exact thing I was looking for, but it was basically the same, so I was cool with it. I also wanted to try to not eat too much, as plans for the night included drinking as much as possible and losing parts of my memory. So we were at LBC until just about 10:00. We walk outside of the bar, hail a cab and then I get sort of ambushed with a blindfold.
Now, at this point, I thought we were going to Belly's. But then the girls all tell me that we had to stop somewhere really quickly, and I'm thinking, shit. Great. Anyways, we walk in the door; I'm still blindfolded. The bouncer, in a very gay-sounding voice, says I'm cute, he wants to take a shot with me later, his boyfriend is going to give me a wristband. At this point I'm positive I'm in a gay-strip club, or some sort of gay club or something. Which is actually strange, because, as I mentioned before, we were already at LBC for dinner. Anyways, the girls walk me in, take off the blindfold, and there are all of my friends, some of whom even lied about what they were doing. And, we were not actually at some sort of gay club, we were at Grand Central, where we were for New Year's Eve. I had actually mentioned going here earlier in the week, and the girls said no and that I was dumb for wanting to go there. So this was an awesome surprise. And, since we had wristbands, we had open bar from 10-1. I was like, you know what, I should get very fucked up. So I drank some captain and coke. And I was already like 5 or 6 beers into the night. After 3 more of those or so, I started getting hazy. I remember we were on the dance floor, trying to find someone for me to dance with or something, and I think I was really more interested in drinking. Then I vaguely remember someone giving me my coat, and at one point I also had 3 beers at once (which I don't really remember). So we left, and went looking for a cab, but we of course could not find one. We went walking down Sheffield, which I don't really remember, because of the shitcannedness. Get home, vaguely remember some things, pass out.
I wake up at 7 a.m., sitting up on the couch. I was embarrassed about passing out sitting upright. Not only that, Kim comes home and tries to wake me up so I'll lay down and was unable to. Oh well. I laid down and slept for a while longer. We sat around, watched something on TV for a while, started watching basketball, went and got lunch. At 1:30 we went to the guys' place to watch basketball and drink ALL DAY. After a couple rousing games of Circle of Death and Asshole, I started getting fairly drunk. Actually, really drunk. I remember it was sometime around 6 or 7 when we went out to Barleycorn. We had a lot of people though, so we were all figuring out who would go in what cab. Well, I think the girls went outside and got a cab, and I was dragged out also. However, I think I tied my shoe inside, stood up, hit my head on the edge of the door (which was open) really hard, which THE Balsan saw, and then went outside. I said my eye hurt in the cab, and the girls said shut up. Then I said it again, and they said shut up and asked if it was bleeding I think. I touched my face, looked at my hand. Yes. Yes I am bleeding. Then they felt bad that they were ignoring me and there are various pictures of it. Basically it's just a little cut on my eyebrow. I would post a picture but someone didn't put pictures of the weekend up yet.
Anyways, we get to Barleycorn and it's packed. There were long lines everywhere. St. Patrick's Day is about as bad as New Year's Eve. It's amateur night again. Anyways, about half an hour later we finally got inside. We went upstairs because there would be dancing later. So there's much more drinking, and after the basketball games end, there's much dancing. We were trying to explain to Streets what a boomerang is, but we told her she'd have to do it, but she was too chicken to find out. I'm sure many people have done it, and there may even be many who also would like to. Her loss. Anyways, drinking, dancing, and Streets somehow becomes belligerently drunk. Chips takes her home, but not before she can fall down. Oops. Eventually, more people from our group have gone home. I think there were 5 of us left, and we all decided to leave as well. Now here's where my dilemma comes in. I was starving. We didn't eat dinner, and I'm always hungry at the end of the night when I'm drunk anyways. Buck says he wants to go to the Mexican place by his place, and since his friends and sister were with us (and staying at his place) they all obliged. I, however, was torn. Chips had left her door unlocked for me, and I didn't want to walk all the way to Buck's, then all the way back. Also, due to other occurrences in the night, I wasn't positive it would be a great idea for me to go stay at Buck's place. So I was like, I'll just go to El Burrito instead.
So there I was, around 2 a.m., in El Burrito by myself. I really didn't want to see anyone I knew. I got my phone out, and started calling just about everyone I knew, and all in a cycle, leaving voicemails with everyone. I stop long enough to get my food, then I leave and continue the calling cycle. Finally I get back to Chips's place. I believe the thought process I had was, holy shit, this taco is awesome. I should share this experience with someone, so I called Ltrain. Then I took some pictures of myself enjoying the tacos. Seriously. They were amazing.
This time I remember laying down to pass out, probably around 3. So I'd say there was a little over 12 hours of drinking. I wake up around 7:30, and there's Streets, kind of laying on the other end of the couch. Why is she there? She wasn't there when I passed out. She said she had no idea why she was there either. We went back to sleep until around 10 I think. Streets was still drunk when she woke up then. We went to get lunch around 12, then came back and watched basketball. Then I left to drive home, piece back together parts of my night and any one of the 13 or so (at least) voicemails I'd left the previous night, and reflect on the pure awesomeness of the weekend.
This weekend had it all. I seriously don't think it could have been much better at all. Now under 3 weeks to Vegas. That one is going to be insane.
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