After CPAC, we had a scare when daddy had a bad case of Labyrinthitis. No, it has nothing to do with David Bowie and gremlins. Its the inflammation of the inner ear. He's been here since the first of March recuperating. He'll be fine in a few weeks if I don't smother him in his sleep.
March-Went to Chicago and spent a few days with the love bunny, Katherine, and Jersey. Great times. We went to the original pizza UNO, which meant something to them but I found the pizza not to my taste. Proving once and for all that the only thing around me allowed to be extra saucy is myself. Deuce (Love Bunny) and I had a lovely dinner at a restaurant called the Chicago Firehouse. He managed to piss off every cab driver we had.
The real fun started when we met our new friend Briana and a lovely boy from Oklahoma I kept inadvertantly insulting. We piled 6 ppl into Loretta the Jetta, Deuce's dirty slut of a car, and drove into Downtown Chicago. First, we were in Deuce's car and somehow it was decided that I would check and see if minor's could go in. Deuce pulled over on the side of the road and I was supposed to cross 4 lanes of chicago traffic to get to the bars. I missunderstood what my compadres meant when they were yelling, "Go go go go go, get out!" I jumped out of the car and was smack dab in the middle of the traffic. Apparently I really do move fast because I began hauling ass and miracles of miracles I didn't get honked at. But I did come within three feet of singing with the angels. Thats when I met a lovely tattooed and pierced gentleman of sixty named Ripley when I was checking out a club to see if they would take under 21's. My new friend Ripley climbed off his harley and walked into the Alley with me where the club was located and I had a nice conversation with the rather intimidating bouncer about our options with the occasional word with a man that ralphing his dinner about 5 feet from us. While I was trying to find out where Naperville was and telling them the best place to gamble in Vegas, apparently my friends were worrying that I was getting gangraped by jack the ripper and the manson family because as I exited the alley way, I saw Jersey in Full Soprano mode with his overcoat and black gloves coming down the street to rescue. It just warms the cockles of my heart that he was going to come and save me from the serial killers.
Anyway, we drove to some suburb and ended up in freaking Mayberry in which we checked out some club called Medusa's. i'm 85% sure it was a gay club since the bouncers were mighty fruity and one checked out Jersey's ass, which admittedly is mighty fine, but it screamed gay. As we exited the club, we ran into to gentlemen who I'm almost positive were skinheads, as evidenced by their shaven heads and screaming on the street that they were "motherfucking lovers of the constitution." They were loudly discussing Obama and while Jersey was obviously hesitant to converse, I brought out my southern charm-the kind learned on my Granny's knee, and asked them if they knew of any clubs we could go to. Now if I've said it once I've said it a thousand times, you can always tell how nice the people of a city are by the manners of their Neo-Nazis. They were very cooperative and a little scared of Jersey's, well lack of a better term, mobster yankeeness.
We then walked down the street and came across a Martini Lounge that had several black people who were wearing red shirts and bandanas. They also smelled strongly of cannabis, (see mary jane, weed, reefer, dazed and confused,) While they were unable to assist us in our quest, we were offered some "good stuff" and invited to celebrate one of the girls or "shorties" birthday with some libations and other things I can only imagine. Now if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, you can always tell the quality of a city by their inner city gang members. And we couldn't have been welcomed anymore if we were Diddy, Flo Rida, or whoever the kids are down with these days.
The rest of the chicago trip was spent looking at all the St. Pat's stuff, chasing leprechauns, and walking around the sites.
I've spent the rest of time trying to catch up on my school work, sick, and generally full of senioritis. Its been truly awful my level of Apathy. Today was an interesting day though. Lubbock was completely messed up by a major storm and several tornadoes and mom hurt her head. Sigh. Such is my life.
In addition to the update, I'm currently obsessed with Aaron Schock, who is the youngest congressman and is a mighty fine piece of man candy. See Below-
I'm also obsessed with Flannery O'Connor, J.D. Robb, blueberry poptarts, Jason's Deli chili, grape soda, Media Research Center, Twitter, (Geekiest sentence I've ever uttered? "I was following Newt Gingrich on Twitter and he tweeted that...") James Garner movies, finding a copy of The Quiet Man, and my iphone.
Songs I'm loving Right now: Wild at Heart Gloriana, 99 Times by Kate Voegele, and Fight Like a Girl by Bomshel.
Things that make me cry: This Video from the ACM awards with Trace Adkins and the West Point Glee club. Beautiful.
Things that make me laugh: This video from College humor, Finally the wedding of my dreams!
Well, i'm off to crash!!!
1 comments:
LOVE this post. i'm so glad you're back. i need this blog in my life.
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