Weekend Update
Before I get to the weekend update, I'd like to know whats up Chicago males. Why must you cat call, shout "hey sexy" or "oww oww" at me at least once a day? I'm getting sick of it and it makes me feel dirty. I know it's summer but dudes, I wasn't even wearing anything revealing today! Gross.
Friday was spent at Soup's place playing dominoes with Nate, TJK, Ed and Andy. My winning streak was inversely proportionate to the amount of Picada wine I drank, if that makes sense. Nate and I biked home at 1:30, and I passed out for the next twelve hours.
Saturday we watched the White Sox lose a an embarrassing game to the Cubs, then I met up with Jane, Cindy, Sarah, and Amelia for drinks at the Kit Kat Lounge for our birthdays. We talked weddings, bars, dudes, all the stupid stuff you talk about with girls. It was a good time. We sat outdoors which was super nice. Then we all headed to Long Room to meet up with all of our friends for the birthday. I had way too many shots and drinks. Nate and I took photo booth pictures that turned out surprisingly well. Cabbed home at 2:30 am.
Sunday I woke up enormously hung over. I felt like I was a freshman in college. It was pretty gross, and ended up in some puking action around noon. I laid around all day, watched the Sox finally beat the Cubs, then me and Nate went go Cleo's for the first solid food I had that day. Later he kicked my ass in Scrabble (he had TWO bingos: granola and famines), we watched Ninja Warrior, and then I fell asleep again at 10 pm.
So the recap: if I wasn't celebrating my birthday I was asleep.
Tonight: WWB White Sox vs A's outing! I can't wait.
Labels: birthdays, weekend update, White Sox
posted by I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T (Dye knows what that means) @ 9:39 AM
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3 Comments:
not that i don't believe you (b/c I know it happens) but what situations/times/etc does this happen? because I seriously never encounter it in any form, like overhearing it or whatever.
last week I got it on the way to the bus stop (1 block from my house) twice and AT the bus stop twice, all times from men in cars driving by.
my girlfriend gets the same shit in staten island all the time... actually the semi-retarded 45-year-old african man who works at the deli does stuff like stare at her and then lick his lips when she asks him if he needs something. testosterone is fun.
oh and jb i used to holler at u all the time BUT YOU AIN'T LISTEN
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