Friends, comedy, drinking and strippers

This past weekend was filled with delights. It is one of those weekends where you know that you made the right decision to move to the city. Although nothing terribly special happened, I know that I loved being in my apartment and I loved being with my friends. It isn’t very often that we can reassure ourselves that we made the right choices in our lives however this weekend assured me that I should be ever so grateful to be where I am and have my loved ones surrounding me.

Jim and I took in a show…he was kind enough to take me to see “Second City: Disgruntled Employee Handbook” which was quite cute and certainly did make me laugh. After the show we spent a greater part of the evening at Portillos talking. I enjoy any time I get to spend with him and it is so nice to do so because he is one of those people that you feel like can do anything with and you will have a great time. I never really feel like I have to be a certain way around him. He is trying to convince me to learn to ski and I just do not think that will work out in his favor…nice try on his part, though.

As for the picture in the last post, it didn’t get quite as crazy (no BFFs drunk on the floor) but Sat. was hysterical. Let me tell you what I learned from the drinking hours of 9pm-3am (because let’s be serious we LOUNGED around the house before that)

-As much as we hate to admit it, we have gotten older. Hangovers come with greater frequency and strength.
-Despite that age, “Mean Girls” is still an excellent movie
-Mindy still pukes and rallies mid-day
-Martha Stewart’s recipe for Sangria is a little stronger then one might anticipate
-The BFF and I rock at Trivial Pursuit
-Anne really does live F-ing far away and it is impossible to get to unless sober
-As lovely as I am sure it can be, I never want to live far away from the Brown line or Red line because my lazy friends will not visit me.
-We really are Jackasses, Anne.
-Sven and Anne apparently know each other
-Despite what one might think, Andersonville is a fun place to go out
-There is a beer that has orange elephants as its symbol
-If you do not know what beer I am talking about you can come and look at the glass I stole with the little elephants on it
-There is a guy living in this city whose real name is “Haji Outlaw”
-Haji Outlaw has my number and thinks I am cute
-My friends do not recognize when I am giving them the “come save me” look
-I do not know how to give out fake numbers and apparently cannot think on my feet
-Unbeknownst to me, there is a strip bar in the middle of Andersonville with a very very hott stripper/dancer working there
-Apparently strippers/dancers DO get turned on by people putting money in their waist bands (I was not one of those people but the BFF totally was)
-No matter how classy a bar might seem, once there are half-naked men and poles involved it turns to trash
-Sometimes I do not have the ability to tell if someone is a man or a woman
-The stripper bar in Anderson is now missing a set of keys with a green flower key chain attached that is on the hook in our hallway.
-Nothing can wake the BFF, Mindy or Brett up once they have passed out. (no wonder why all those skanks were able to live together over the summer!! Oh so kidding!)
-I love my friends and no matter how long it has been since I have seen them, we are always able to just fall right back into place and have a great time.

So-there is the list-although I am sure I learned more...in my drunken stupor I just forgot.


Italian Phrase of the Post:

No, I do not like women
"no, non amo di donne"

Is there a dollar in your pants or are you happy to see me?
"chè un dollaro nei suoi ansiti o sei felice di vederme?"