Thursday, July 28, 2011
So I don't have anything I really want to talk about but I have made the best playlist ever this week and I have listened to it over and over again like a special person(like that I didn't use retard)
So here are some of the songs I am currently in love with:
Darius Rucker- "History in the Making"
Prince Royce-"Stand by Me"
and this one I just really really love
Carrie Underwood-"Just a Dream"
That's all folks just wanted to share some great music with you! I went to eat at my favorite asian fusion restaurant this week and this is what my fortune cookie said:
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Well another weekend has come and gone. I am back and work and have no interest whatsoever in being here. This weekend was a bit of a shit-show but you will all be happy to hear that I can remember everything that happened!
If you recall from last weeks post I took Friday off because The Boy was going to Vegas and I was going to have a staycation at his casa. T asked me if I would be interested in doing something after work. At first there was mention of Zumba(which I love love) but I had to be there to see The Boy off so that was skipped. We agreed to go out to Sub-T for their Thursday night Reggae night. Now I have previously mentioned my love of Jamaica which makes some people think I love reggae but that is not the case. I do like reggae and some dancehall but they are not on the list of the music I listen to daily. I would say it makes an appearance in my life a few hours a week. Back to the point. I do not enjoy frequently reggae spots in Chicago for a few reasons, one more than any: The crowds. For one I do not like being one of 10 non-black people in a club, 2. I do not enjoy being the only person out of that 10 that is not obsessed with reggae and realizes that I am not nor will I ever be Jamaican, or black for that matter.
The problem with the reggae scene in Chicago is that it really isn't that big. Everyone, and I mean everyone knows each other and has slept with at least 2-3(AT LEAST) people that they see on a regular basis and the different reggae nights around the city. Every time I go to a reggae spot I see a lot of the same people and hear about a lot of the same drama. That is not fun for me. here is a side note: if you don't want to be talked about then running through a group of people who are friends is not going to help you. The girls at these places tend to be extremely possessive of men that I have no interest in. Don't get me wrong occasionally I do find some men at these places attractive but if you have seen The Boy it is clear that the men at Reggae spots are not my type.
So now that you are aware of my distaste for most Reggae spots let me tell you about Sub-T and my Thursday night. Thursday in Chicago was hot and I don't mean a little warm. I mean hotter then hell and humid to boot. It was 10pm and still high 80's and feeling hotter. Sub-T is a small place and they tend to pack A LOT of people in there. Let me tell you something about a room that has at least 75 people in it, with barely any air conditioning and lots of people with dreads. Are you gagging yet? Because remembering it is making my stomach turn. The smell was not nice. I was sweating so hard that it was just pouring down my skin like I had just gotten out of the shower. Everywhere you walked someone was sticking to you. I couldn't pass another person without some part of their skin sticking to mine. That is nasty. Just in case you didn't know.
I enjoyed the music, and that is about it. I have a bit of a reggae night stalker that won't leave me alone and when I do finally make an appearance after months guess who was there?? That creeper. Egh. There was a bit of a mess towards the end of the night. One of those crazy girls that we talked about earlier(the possessive stupid kind) thought that my friend T was hitting on her scrawny and not cute Indian man. If you know T you know this is funny because she doesn't want any of that. Anyway, she got a little crazy and there was a bit of a scuffle and somehow I ended up getting thrown out of the club. You know the club that I wasn't a big fan of going to? yep, that's the one. I am generally a nice person and do not condone violence but had she done to me what she did to T she would have caught herself a nasty ass kicking from the first time she got stupid earlier in the night. We ended up leaving and having to go back because I forgot I had a tab open. Fortunately there was no more drama after that we went home.
The rest of the weekend was pretty good. I got a big karmic slap in the ass because I was boasting about going to the beach all week and then it rained. HARD. ALL. WEEKEND. LONG. yep, not one good beach day to be had. The first Friday I take off in 4 months and it rains. I went out again Friday night to nearby bars with T & R and we caught up and had drinks...Saturday I went out with K and we tried some new places to add to the list of fun!
Overall it was a good weekend, except the rain.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Well I wish I could say that today is some kind of special day but really I am just excited because it is technically my Friday. I took tomorrow off and am planning a little staycation with lots of alcohol(you know the stuff I gave up) and laying about on the beach. The Boy is going to be in Vegas with some coworkers of his. So if you are in vegas and you read this and you see said boy...make sure you tell me if he is up to no good.
Yesterday my coworker and I were walking in the ridiculous heat that I love and discussing how great a pool would be. Being that both of us live in apartment buildings that is not really a possibility BUT we may have come up with a solution. A kiddie pool party for my backyard! This party will include 2 kiddie pools and he so graciously offered to make Mojitos.
I dont know these people in the picture but you get the idea...too many adults in a kiddie pool getting drunk could be a good time right??
I don't know if I have mentioned this before but I love love Mojitos. I love regular old mojitos, passionfruit mojitos, and raspberry mojitos. I don't like the mango one though, that shit is nasty. I am not sure when I will get to d
o this pool thing since I don't have a car to go buy the pools in but I will make it happen and you will get to see pictures I promise. For now I am going to get started working on the drinking part.
I went to Brunch again today because my lovely coworkers dragged me there. I haven't come up with any cute nicknames for them so stay tuned for that. I actually had the same shit I ate yesterday it was that damn good. I love skillets, love them! I wish I had the Strawberry Basil lemonade though, but I didn't and now I will regret that decision for the whole damn weekend.
I have been daydreaming about making my way back to Jamaica and I have been listening to this song obsessively for the whole week so I thought I would share it with you. If you don't like Rihanna then don't press play so I don't have to hear you whine about how you were forced to listen to the song.
I am sure I will get into some ridiculous behavior this weekend since I plan to drink. Remember I am still on my "Just say no" campaign against Tequila shots so wish me luck!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
It has been awhile since I posted this one since I was hating the world and then I had a case of serious shame to work my way through. So here is my list of loves, a few random things on my mind too.
1. I'm loving that it has been high 90's and even though it is so humid you feel like your actually walking in soup it is lovely!
2. I'm loving that I have this Friday off and I will get to be at the beach all day and j
ust generally enjoy my thursday evening because I don't have to get up.
3. I'm loving that I have worn skirts/dresses to work for almost 3 weeks straight and that gives me an excuse to buy more of them!
4. I'm loving that I woke up in a good mood and have generally had a good day so far.
5. I'm loving the new brunch place by my job called Brunch..it is fantastic!!
As you can see I am just loving alot!
Here are some random thoughts....
There is so much to do in this city and I feel like I never have enough time to s
ee/do it all. I got to see this fun statue of Marilyn Monroe that went up downtown this week. Apparently there has been some criticism but I think that the people bitching about it probably also bitch about a lot of other nonsense.
Hopefully this weekend I will get to go to a street fest or two and enjoy this amazing weather!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I know I have been MIA but that is what happens after a terribly rough weekend. Last week was a mess for me and I was just plain old uninspired.
I officially started the move out of The Boy's place and am now living in the pits of hell. I say this because the apartment has no AC and every night I wake up at least 3 times to find myself completely soaked in sweat and feeling like I may have a heat stroke. I am pretty much convinced my brain is slowly starting to fry.
There was ridiculous amount of gossiping going on at work this week. I felt like I was stuck in an episode of Gossip Girl.(yes I did make a GG reference, bite me) You would think that since there are more guys than girls at my job there wouldn't be so much but it never ceases to amaze me how much men go around chatting it up like high school girls. Listen, fess up to your stupid actions and let us all make fun of you for a day or two and then we can move on to the next big thing. Lying and just plain making nonsense up only makes it worse. Either way I was well on my way to being completely over it before it started.
Even though I did swear off alcohol last week Saturday rolled around and I found myself on the way to a premiere for the second episode of
Hank Frisco with all my coworkers.If you haven't seen it before, watch it now...well after you finish reading this shit. So even on the ride to the bar I told myself I wouldn't drink but when I got there and the doorman asked for my ID and started to tell me about the $25 open bar special till 1am I just handed him the money and put the wristband on. I have no self control, I can't even follow my own self imposed rules. The night was good, I drank ALOT and talked all kinds of mess with my coworkers. With all the "he said, she said"nonsense that was going around on Friday it was great convers
ation material once we were all drunk. The Boy and G stopped by but didn't stay, apparently it was not their scene. Clearly you can see by the time they made it I may not have been running on all the sober cylinders. I didn't do anything to embarass myself and that, my friends, is all that really matters anyway. You should all be very proud of me as I was able to say "No, thank you" when someone bought me a shot of tequila that I did say I didn't want.
Sunday I spent the day at the beach with T, enjoying the weather and burning myself. I am now a nice toasty color. We went to North Ave beach and that was wonderful since there is an extraordinary amount of beautifully sculpted man candy there. We usually go to a beach up north but I think we will definitely be frequenting this one more often.
Now for the Tuesday rant....
I am going to take a moment to just vent about the serious amount stupidity that I have been dealing with over the last week. If one more person asks me a stupid question I can garan-damn-tee there will be insane amounts of violence. I tend to think I am a pretty nice person but that can only go so far.
No, I don't want to send you the same shit I have sent you 3 times already because you are an idiot and can't find it in your emails.
No, I don't care if you are so stupid you can't open and print an excel sheet correctly.
No, I do not want to take the time out of my day to answer your stupid questions when you can just Google that shit.
No, it is not ok for you to call me and ask me for directions because you are a "fucktard" and unable to look that shit up yourself.
No, it is not ok to request me on Facebook if your name is some kind of stupid long ass nonsense that makes you sound like you are some ghetto hoodrat from the south side
No, it is not ok to walk up to me at 7-11, stand way too fucking close and sniff my hair. Seriously. not ok.
That is enough for now, I am actually in a much better mood now that half the day is gone. Enjoy your Tuesday!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
This weekend was for the most part a very good weekend except for the shit-show that was my Saturday night. Now I know you will be skimming this post trying to find out about Saturday but you can wait for that. I have decided that it may actually be time for me to take a breather from alcohol. My behavior this week has been less than stellar once liquor gets involved. The thing is that most people assume I am some kind of crazy drinking alcoholic, the truth is I very rarely drink during the week or more than just when I am at the bar/club. I do not drink wine with dinner or have a drink to relax. I am just not that kind of person, this could be the reason that when I do drink it ends up being drink after drink after drink. Who knows the real reason. Either way I had an eventful week.
Wednesday was the 2nd annual company boat party. I had a pretty good time on the boat last year so I had much to look forward to. This year E and I decided we should hit the bar in The Bosses office and get the party started. A little vodka and orange juice turned into 2 very strong drinks, one before and one for the trolley ride to the harbor. Quite ridiculous as I was pretty drunk before we boarded the boat. Thank goodness for being a lady and remembering to wear boy shorts under my dress or we could have had some disaster coming down those damn steps. It was open bar. Enough said right? Well I drank, a lot. It was fun we even got to see the usual Navy Pier fireworks from the boat. That was a first for me so I think I can say that was pleasant. I have a coworker who shall not be named but usually has a stick up their ass and that person was actually quite pleasant when drunk. I advise that person drink a lot more and we could get along pretty damn well. After the trolley ride home some of us headed to a bar near wor
k. Thank god at this point I had decided it was time to drink 7-up. I don't really know what brought about this decision but I was so damn thankful on Thursday morning. It was a great night but sometimes I think I need to remember you can't drink like that with co-workers...it can be a bit of a mess. The whole office was nursing a hangover on Thursday. That picture up there is about the only decent picture I can find and it doesn't even really show we were on a boat.
Friday was a good relaxing evening at the Taste of Chicago. For those of you who are not from here or just don't know the Taste is a festival of sorts that is held every year downtown and restaurants from around the city offer some of their best selections.
You pay a ridiculous amount for an insufficient amount of tickets and you eat, eat, eat and people watch. The type of people that frequent this event are often great for watching. This year the Taste was shorter/smaller than usual and had less performances; the city cites budget issues I blame the many ridiculous shootings happening. We didn't have a bad time, I have had some shitty experiences at the Taste before but this was pleasant. I went with The Boy, G & S and Baby M. I ate way too much food and even made sure we left before the end for fear of being shot. G was complaining about Flash Mobs coming to get us all night. The one thing I did remember was how much I hate teenagers. They annoy me to no end and when they are in groups I contemplate seriously offing all of them. But that would not be a good thing, I am not fit for jail time. But well fro
m what I read yesterday I could probably get awa
y with killing a few of them if I lie to the police. That is me & G sitting curbside watching the ridiculousness that is Chicagoans.
Saturday was a long day... First I was supposed to go to the beach early and am still not sure how I ended up going at 2 in the afternoon and spending 2 hours there. I pretty much spent the majority of my morning waiting. No offense to T, because I love her but from now on I may need to meet people at the beach. I can lay o
ut and they can get there when they get there. If I am going to the beach I want to get there early and get the best sun. That just makes sense in my head. T, R & I went to eat Mexican food after and then I headed home for a nap.
Saturday night started out with getting ready and doing a little pregaming. I had an old HS friend come out and we did a little drinking before we got there. Poor girl must have forgotten how much I drink when we go out, I definitely felt like I may have "peer pressured" her into a few drinks. We drank ALOT...there was another episode where the conversation about shots went like this:
O: What do you want?
Me: Anything but tequila, dairy or red bull
O: Damn, what is left?
Me: I dont know
I bet you can't guess what happened next? A round of Patron shots. Even though I knew I should just walk away I took the shot. This is where you enter the "fuzzy, gray black out period". Since I can't tell you what happened after this from actual knowledge I can tell you what I was told...I got into a trolley to go to another bar, had my head in The Boy's lap, fell down the stairs trying to get out of the trolley, said something really stupid to The Boy in line for said bar and get left, I then proceeded to have a seat on the sidewalk and cry hysterically. After this X and I took a cab home where I waited for The Boy and cryed and cryed some more then we went for Mcdonalds. I don't recall a damn thing but I know I woke up with puffy eyes and alot of shame. This is me on the trolley I do not remember taking.
Sunday I got a text from G saying he needed a ride as he had ended up in a hotel room downtown. After going to his rescue he and The Boy drove me to the burbs to visit my family. I spent Sunday and Monday hanging out with them in recovery. Pretty uneventful, saw the fireworks and nearly broke a hip on the slip & slide...as it turns out I am actually getting a little too old for it now.
It took me over a week to write this post since last week when I started I was still too ashamed of myself to post it. I swore never to drink again....and then Saturday came along again.