Thursday, March 1, 2012
Dabuque - 2006
why did you come to dabuque?
So sure some may not think its the place to party and while forced to create a lie to hide our own shame, we discovered dabuque can very well be the place to be. anywhere can, it depends on the people your with and not the places you go.
Stacy this next part is especially for you, so you remember more in 20 years...
blackjack, ricketty elevators, the nicest people you'll ever encounter, and crazy empty til 1:30 am bars, make for a great time. something new something quaint and a different hotel to be kicked out of . lotta laughs lotta bickering, and A LOT of pictures. dumbass mystery tour, cold boat ride, and cute country shops. Wine tasting, cheese smelling, "gas" , "poopsies"- shop that is, pit stops, questionable breakfasts, and cheap cigarettes( not to mention cheap everything else ). Puerto rican cuties, italian creeps and the disturbing kkk kid, ken the angry security guard, ken the nice van driver, the spider that wont die, the bed to put away. no fresh towels, cradle robbing bachelor party goers, and the heroic bouncers. Andy, steve, james, and jt our black jack tutors and lucky charms, the group of us in 40 years and requests for men with low blood pressure. dave and our stint at the holiday in, the pool bar and iowa fans. losing our way finding our way and losing it again, dead ends missed signs, food and alien phobias ( which do you thing is more logical abbie?). phone freedom, cage dancing, bubbles at the deep. cabs that dont come, drunks that wont leave, the other side and lot one, the julien, empty bricktown, the shot glass hunt. talking thru movies, late night munchies, dragon boat racing, finding out what dragon boat racing is, ugly girls and clay aken. closing down bars, then cleaning them up, no drinks on the dance floor, shouting inapproriate things in public - twice. licking dagmara's hand. the fight for the bathroom, nelly's cuddling, grading papers along the way.cows, roller coaster hills, and football towns, missing a turn pulling a u-ey. the headaches the midol the stuffy noses and gin ricky's - which we never made it to. An ALL around GrEaT time!!! who says you cant party in iowa
so no we werent on our first stop in a line of others on the way to california. we were in dabuque, to be in dabuque, to be with eachother and have one of those girls- only- had- to- be -there- funny -getaway weekends
Ireland - 2007
The Emerald Isle
For those of you who dont know, last Wednesday I returned from Ireland. My first trip outside the U.S. The pictures I have posted I guess describe it better than any words can. Still I will probably fumblely try.
I never knew how miserable a plane ride could be until I had to spend over eight hours straight stuck in between an unconscious sleeper and the tiny window. Waitng for those in acoma to open their eyes when you have to use the facilities is not a pleasent or bearable feat. Thankfully the British man on the other side of the sleeper, was nice enough to tap him, " sir , sir" he repeated, then pointed at me gesturing to get up. Crisis averted, I made my way to the back of the plane, and thats when the turbulance nearly knocked me into the sink.
After I made it back to my seat I tried to just go to sleep and i did, in and out of it anyway. The darkness adding to the sense that I was closed in, the seat contributing to my out- of- joint neck. But finally morning came, we crossed the rest of the Atlantic, and glided to the safety and free leg room of the Shannon AirPort.
Just when we thought our cramped travel was complete we met our rental car. 5 seats and a trunk. Did I mention that 6 of us were traveling together. We realize that there are seats in the back that fold up, but we still need to fit our caravan of luggage. Jay and Paul tried fitting the bags in with one seat up and one down. only managing about half inside. Julie walks to the counter and explains she said she needed one car to fit 6 people and their luggage and this 'Z' car wasnt going to cut it. Walks over an obviously not irish man, throws open the trunk and looks at us like we're nuts. He piles all six or seven bags in under a minute and slams the hatch shut. He slides his hands together, dusting off a job well done, says there you go and walks away, as we look on mistified at the transfiguration of our luggage into such a small space.
Poor Rocky sat surrounded, window to her left piles of roller bags to her right, for 2 hours down to Killarney.
We finally found the "hidden gardens" B&B, after several death defying turnabouts, got our rooms unloaded the car, and went to the pub. It was mid afternoon so they werent too packed we ended up, at our 3rd or fourth stop, a place called O'Connors. There were patches from several states police departments. I found Chicago PD hiding at the end of the bar and promptly shot a photo, even if my brother was laughing at my touristic enthusiasm. Back at the bar there were dollar bills taped to the ceiling with corny messages enscribed on them. Rocky handed me a single and around the edge i wrote all of our names and chicago IL USA and "GO CUBBIES.. too close to the curb" which was inspired by retaliation to the "go whitesox cubs suck" dollar already displayed. The "too close to the curb" was a reference to the lovely driving from the airport complimments of julie and trisha. in retrospect i should have written "ice 'em!" again a driving reference. it sounds a little less lame. back to the point....
Now it was about 8 or so and we were all severely jet lagged. We headed back to the very MOIST damp roomd of the b&b and tried to sleep. personally i felt a little uneasy with the door to my room exiting to the parking lot rather than a hall, in response i slept with the light ablaze and the tv on, in my clothes. in the morning i took a flipping cold shower after being woken an hour early by julie (she thought id be up and ready for a cigarette), then joined the rest in the dining hall for breakfast.
Day 2 underway, we loaded the car and headed to Macroom, where we were staying for the wedding. The ride wasnt too long and i volunteered for the storage compartment!
To be continued... i cant sit here all day
Girls Night - 2007
7.7.07
You know the feeling, when you're sitting there talking with you girl friends, and you think to yourself that you could probably figure out the world by the time you get up from that circle? That, my friends, is exactly why God invented girls' night. It's a chance to regroup, rehash, and reconnect. It's a chance to laugh and be yourself, and maybe even do something a little crazy. And for years to come, the memories will continue to crack you up all over again.
Even as we age, even as we reach the upper twenties and the damn-near- thirties, the Girls Night is a quintessential prerequisite in our lives as girls- or dare I say, women. Yes we're adult girls now, but that doesn't mean we don't enjoy a playfully dirty game of truth or dare every once in a while.
The great thing about girls' night is that it is always unpredictable. You know, I always think to myself that things just happen to work out – that if you lack something, it will be provided to you. Not only is this true of having the kind of friends that truly mean something to you, but it's true in the sense that if you plan something simple, chances are the party has only just begun. The night may turn out to be more random, spontaneous, and even a little more unruly than you could have ever expected.
For instance, you arrive back from the pool to find a random note stuck to your door, reading: "Like beer and Canadians? If so, give room 731 a shout around 10", with a childlike drawing of a smiley face, winking, and some doodle you can't discern. Hey, it happens, and when it does you don't ignore it, you see where it leads you. You may find yourself in the middle of a sing along jamming to sublime, brown-eyed girl, or journey while a Johnny Knoxville –look-a-like strums the mandolin.
Sounds pretty out there I know, but like I said, it happens. Of, course at the time it doesn't seem so out of the ordinary, because you've spent the evening with a fridge that cant wait to pop you out a beer. (Which I might add was part of my own intentional design.) Besides it is Girls' Night.
And it's only with your girlfriends that you can say what's really on your mind. You can be hostile because it's been a log day, and give unsolicited advice like " put you boobs away" and no one will hold it against you. You can share secrets of embarrassments or experiments and find out that you're not alone – that it's a Hemmer thing! With your girlfriends you can reveal your guilty pleasure by popping in the Dawson's Creek CD. And while we may all point and laugh, we listen because it's part of who you are, and who you are is someone we love. And we learn more each night we spend together. We learn who needs to schedule one-on-one play dates (me!) and who has a memory like an elephant (Nelly!).
Girls' night is about teaching too-demonstration being the foremost strategy. If someone cant figure out what you'd do with a _ toothbrush, _ crocodile what-cha-ma-call-it, your girlfriends don't miss a beat in showing you-or strangers from Toronto, who promptly reply with a casual " I've got the F, the C, and the K, all I need is U!"
Strangers can really have a way of spicing things up, too. While, "who, what, where. When and why" may make us uncomfortable and a little more revealing than we are known to be, flip the question on Mickey and John and asking about sleeping with brothers is even more ridiculous! They can ease the pressure of a scavenger hunt too- making the urinal requirement not so risky.
But maybe that's half the fun of Girls' Night- taking risks, acting a little uncharacteristic, running around looking for a man named Dan, asking the bartender for an empty martini glass at 1 am, climbing pool walls and getting dropped on our ass, stealing a do not disturb sign and wondering if that room got disturbed in the morning, Sharing our magic number, or lack there of, talking about our fears and failures our hopes and dreams. Dancing to Avrille Lavigne, letting it ALL hang out, comparing and encouraging, teasing, tossing drinks-drenching the carpet in beer. And when it comes down to it, we enjoy just being girls- with a temporary lift of inhibition and pressure of the world around us.
So take every chance you get to kick back with your girls and celebrate the goofy, the ironic, and the downright hilarious parts of life. Because no matter what your up against, there's nobody better equipped to make you forget about it all than your girlfriends!
You know the feeling, when you're sitting there talking with you girl friends, and you think to yourself that you could probably figure out the world by the time you get up from that circle? That, my friends, is exactly why God invented girls' night. It's a chance to regroup, rehash, and reconnect. It's a chance to laugh and be yourself, and maybe even do something a little crazy. And for years to come, the memories will continue to crack you up all over again.
Even as we age, even as we reach the upper twenties and the damn-near- thirties, the Girls Night is a quintessential prerequisite in our lives as girls- or dare I say, women. Yes we're adult girls now, but that doesn't mean we don't enjoy a playfully dirty game of truth or dare every once in a while.
The great thing about girls' night is that it is always unpredictable. You know, I always think to myself that things just happen to work out – that if you lack something, it will be provided to you. Not only is this true of having the kind of friends that truly mean something to you, but it's true in the sense that if you plan something simple, chances are the party has only just begun. The night may turn out to be more random, spontaneous, and even a little more unruly than you could have ever expected.
For instance, you arrive back from the pool to find a random note stuck to your door, reading: "Like beer and Canadians? If so, give room 731 a shout around 10", with a childlike drawing of a smiley face, winking, and some doodle you can't discern. Hey, it happens, and when it does you don't ignore it, you see where it leads you. You may find yourself in the middle of a sing along jamming to sublime, brown-eyed girl, or journey while a Johnny Knoxville –look-a-like strums the mandolin.
Sounds pretty out there I know, but like I said, it happens. Of, course at the time it doesn't seem so out of the ordinary, because you've spent the evening with a fridge that cant wait to pop you out a beer. (Which I might add was part of my own intentional design.) Besides it is Girls' Night.
And it's only with your girlfriends that you can say what's really on your mind. You can be hostile because it's been a log day, and give unsolicited advice like " put you boobs away" and no one will hold it against you. You can share secrets of embarrassments or experiments and find out that you're not alone – that it's a Hemmer thing! With your girlfriends you can reveal your guilty pleasure by popping in the Dawson's Creek CD. And while we may all point and laugh, we listen because it's part of who you are, and who you are is someone we love. And we learn more each night we spend together. We learn who needs to schedule one-on-one play dates (me!) and who has a memory like an elephant (Nelly!).
Girls' night is about teaching too-demonstration being the foremost strategy. If someone cant figure out what you'd do with a _ toothbrush, _ crocodile what-cha-ma-call-it, your girlfriends don't miss a beat in showing you-or strangers from Toronto, who promptly reply with a casual " I've got the F, the C, and the K, all I need is U!"
Strangers can really have a way of spicing things up, too. While, "who, what, where. When and why" may make us uncomfortable and a little more revealing than we are known to be, flip the question on Mickey and John and asking about sleeping with brothers is even more ridiculous! They can ease the pressure of a scavenger hunt too- making the urinal requirement not so risky.
But maybe that's half the fun of Girls' Night- taking risks, acting a little uncharacteristic, running around looking for a man named Dan, asking the bartender for an empty martini glass at 1 am, climbing pool walls and getting dropped on our ass, stealing a do not disturb sign and wondering if that room got disturbed in the morning, Sharing our magic number, or lack there of, talking about our fears and failures our hopes and dreams. Dancing to Avrille Lavigne, letting it ALL hang out, comparing and encouraging, teasing, tossing drinks-drenching the carpet in beer. And when it comes down to it, we enjoy just being girls- with a temporary lift of inhibition and pressure of the world around us.
So take every chance you get to kick back with your girls and celebrate the goofy, the ironic, and the downright hilarious parts of life. Because no matter what your up against, there's nobody better equipped to make you forget about it all than your girlfriends!
Dave Matthews - 2007
Oh So Messy
ok i know if it had been john mayer, i would have found saturday night more enfuriating than amusing. however, since it wasnt and since i was sober, and am realtively capable of going with the flow, the events of the dave matthews extravaganza were all too humorous.
maybe we should have known by the long line down the side of the highway at our exit or by the rediculously deep mud trenches that plagued the entire parking lot, but no one could forsee the misfortune and calamity that would befall our group of ten before the night was over.
when i say trenches i am exaggerating by no stretch of the imagination. the parking lot attendants actaully told us, avoid the tread marks and under no circumstances whatever we do, dont break, or we'd get stuck. thats trama one. amazingly we made it to a spot without significant struggle and slid our way toward the edge of the lot near fellow tailgaters and urinators that lined the fence to the left. At this point everyone was a little stunned but amuzed none the less. tailgating went alright we had a few laughs, a few beers, eventually got the coals in the grill going and chowed down some burgers and hot dogs. Nelly and i meandered our way over to the girl selling us a ticket and meandered back to the group. Finally we gathered together and made our way to the entrance of the ampetheater. The fun was just beginning.
We litterally slid our way down a mud hill to our place on the lawn or more appropriately our place in the muddy hay. And from there the hostility grew. The wait for dave to start was just too much and it seemed the group's nerves were dangling on edge waiting to erupt, between ignorant spectators that surrounded us, alcohol induced bickering and whining, jealous lovers, and hiding amidst the crowd to pee (by the way that last one is true only of one of the group and it wasnt me).
The hill to the beer and restrooms was like a maze of doom, everystep was a slid back down and a chance to crush toes or cause an avalanch. I had never been so scared with my feet on the ground. The way down no better with other music lovers cursing your mere existance and attempting to start brawls just for crossing their path.
finally, we decide to leave. and what song does dave start strumming as soon as we start our ascent up the pile of dung, gray street (my favorite). It was ok we sang as our train of nine clasped hands and tugged eachother to safety. and when we finally made to the top and so close to leaving the maddness, the remaining memeber of the 10 is not in his designated spot. after hestiating making a move and scoping the area, we made a command decision that he must be at the car. God willing, we'd find him there in one piece before we had to trudge back to alpine valley in futile effort to get back in and find him. but slumped in the drivers seat, there he was, asleep.
finally we were all together, stuffed in the car trying to rid the memory of the events of the night, the confusion, the disappointment, through the sweet slumber of the ride home. Except abbie remained with me, guiding me as best she could waking nelly when she had to, to stay on course. we made it back through the mud and slow but sure we made it back to fox lake, away from the maddness, away from the mess. back to the comfort of a warm home we had a few more laughs a few more drinks, with the drunk fog lifting, filled in those with the events and details of the night, and were able to find a simple joy in the experience.
maybe if it had been john mayer, i would have found saturday night more enfuriating than amusing. however, it wasn't and i had a blast!
ok i know if it had been john mayer, i would have found saturday night more enfuriating than amusing. however, since it wasnt and since i was sober, and am realtively capable of going with the flow, the events of the dave matthews extravaganza were all too humorous.
maybe we should have known by the long line down the side of the highway at our exit or by the rediculously deep mud trenches that plagued the entire parking lot, but no one could forsee the misfortune and calamity that would befall our group of ten before the night was over.
when i say trenches i am exaggerating by no stretch of the imagination. the parking lot attendants actaully told us, avoid the tread marks and under no circumstances whatever we do, dont break, or we'd get stuck. thats trama one. amazingly we made it to a spot without significant struggle and slid our way toward the edge of the lot near fellow tailgaters and urinators that lined the fence to the left. At this point everyone was a little stunned but amuzed none the less. tailgating went alright we had a few laughs, a few beers, eventually got the coals in the grill going and chowed down some burgers and hot dogs. Nelly and i meandered our way over to the girl selling us a ticket and meandered back to the group. Finally we gathered together and made our way to the entrance of the ampetheater. The fun was just beginning.
We litterally slid our way down a mud hill to our place on the lawn or more appropriately our place in the muddy hay. And from there the hostility grew. The wait for dave to start was just too much and it seemed the group's nerves were dangling on edge waiting to erupt, between ignorant spectators that surrounded us, alcohol induced bickering and whining, jealous lovers, and hiding amidst the crowd to pee (by the way that last one is true only of one of the group and it wasnt me).
The hill to the beer and restrooms was like a maze of doom, everystep was a slid back down and a chance to crush toes or cause an avalanch. I had never been so scared with my feet on the ground. The way down no better with other music lovers cursing your mere existance and attempting to start brawls just for crossing their path.
finally, we decide to leave. and what song does dave start strumming as soon as we start our ascent up the pile of dung, gray street (my favorite). It was ok we sang as our train of nine clasped hands and tugged eachother to safety. and when we finally made to the top and so close to leaving the maddness, the remaining memeber of the 10 is not in his designated spot. after hestiating making a move and scoping the area, we made a command decision that he must be at the car. God willing, we'd find him there in one piece before we had to trudge back to alpine valley in futile effort to get back in and find him. but slumped in the drivers seat, there he was, asleep.
finally we were all together, stuffed in the car trying to rid the memory of the events of the night, the confusion, the disappointment, through the sweet slumber of the ride home. Except abbie remained with me, guiding me as best she could waking nelly when she had to, to stay on course. we made it back through the mud and slow but sure we made it back to fox lake, away from the maddness, away from the mess. back to the comfort of a warm home we had a few more laughs a few more drinks, with the drunk fog lifting, filled in those with the events and details of the night, and were able to find a simple joy in the experience.
maybe if it had been john mayer, i would have found saturday night more enfuriating than amusing. however, it wasn't and i had a blast!
Milwaukee - 2008
Way back in 2006 I took on a new identity. No longer Jennifer Weiner, I was dubbed Jenny-pooh, kind of like Madonna but a little less glamorous. It happened in Galena, standing under a sign that read "Poopsies", and followed a weekend and a stretch of getting to know my newly discovered friends During which times I spent many a hour held up in the bathroom with a magazine.
The first of many girls' trips (I should expect) seemed a fluke. We headed to a no-name place, with no real plan. And wound up with stories that will be told to our kids- even the ones that think their dad's first name is Uncle, Pookie, or Nephew. And seemingly we were on a roll. Milwaukee did not disappoint. Though many may beg the same question as on our Iowa adventure – why here? While we claimed it was the freedom to smoke in bars, really we knew our formula couldn't fail – road trip to anywhere + my girls = nowhere I'd rather be.
Now everyone still thought my nickname was funny (and quite fitting), which I won't deny. But it wasn't long before they too realized it all comes back to pooh. I know you're thinking, "can we talk about something else?" and out of respect I must mention, even Chachi can't handle farts, snots, puke, penis, or sex either. At least not before she has that life saving ice tea. So please make sure you've got a cold glass in front of you before continuing on. Cause when it all boils down a hotel room of five girls is no different than a hotel room of five guys, who when you turn around are half naked, ahem Stacy, and they don't realize a batter for the other team, ahem, may just be among them.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
It all started on a snowy day in February, the first in 2008 – a day that may have daunted weaker spirits. The smell of horseshit envel – oped the car. Um, I mean… the smell of horseshit enveloped the car. Burning plastic sweated us out of our jackets, as Amanda's car became a spec before us, then vanished. Not quite feeling like our selves, an unsettling conversation arose. The election, our educational philosophy, our bodily functions??? Hold on … How old are we again? When did we get so serious? Cut and fast forward…
We put the politics aside and listened to some jams. A familiar song spun in the CD player and clicked and scratched and melted its way through the speaker. Baby, you really ARE the right kind of wrong, I thought as we sang along. And please don't let me know that you're just to good to be true. Why can't I take my eyes off of you? Maybe it's the way you Back that Ass Up. I don't know, but whatever we were feeling – constipation maybe- set the tone for the weekend ahead.
Checked into the hotel, hot tub next to the bed? What are we swingers? Can't open your beer, just use the doorjamb. Wanna look nice, don't sweat it, none of us do. Bored waiting for the shuttle? Try luggage cart surfing. All you risk is flying through some plate glass, and breaking your elbow. Chachi took the latter of the two.
Looking forward to a night of gambling ahead. Don't hold your breath you'll be lucky if you find an open slot at Pottawattamie. On second thought, do hold your breath, the stench in there is something to fear, the all consuming smoke, and the oldies blowing their social security. So much for worrying about what were wore. Maybe we should have down played our call-girl qualities. Like we can help it if we're the hottest girls around... So what if I have a bottom boob.
Remember piling into cabs? Nuh uh, not in Milwaukee. But the cabby won't forget the only customer who hopped in the cab after losing $11,000. Who buys that crap anyway, better question who makes up that crap? And who gets embarrassed by the joke?
So the casino was a bust, we found a better way to party, Tequila Rita's. Well some of us were off our game. Especially the guys playing beer pong. Taking a beer pong ball to the face doesn't feel so great, thank you very much. Plus some people are just mean; at least that was the locals' opinion of Amanda. I'm the easy one, when it comes to cigarettes anyway. So was that her boyfriend or what, Stacy?
Now Bar Louie that's the place to be, if you wanna party with Debbie downer, who's only interested in looking for another Debbie to make out with. At least the tunes were good. No I haven't lost "That Lovin' Feelin'". Too bad the guests in 318 lost the love for us. What is it with people trying to get us kicked out of hotels? I mean seriously is it too much to ask to be able to scream like we're being murdered. It's not like we can control it when we're being knocked off the air mattress, Nelly, or watching Amanda draped over the toilet, or feeling Stacy moving her hand up our legs while we sleep. We didn't even get a chance to have the packman tournament!
But everything was brighter in the morning, the sun came up, we found a Starbucks, Abbie discovered she doesn't like caramel macchiottos. Amanda went home, beckoned by her boss. Hey doesn't your boss text you like crazy? And wait I thought the CEO was the boss… Regardless duty called and so did the shopping mall, and Stacy's bowels. So we passed on one last stop in "Rainbow", may I say the classiest store in the joint, high tailed it home, spread to the open bathrooms around the hotel and satisfied our needs.
Speaking of needs, do your other needs involve peeing too? They do for some people. Or is it just the sensation? Speaking of sensation, does ours have the same sensation as the guys? Well I'll tell you, at least it's the same color when it dries… wow too much info. But that seemed to be a trend. Sex talks can go that way I suppose. Anyone hungry? Well we're going to Applebee's, even if they have the worst artichoke dip ever.
Lakefront brewery we go. We're going to do one thing we planned even if Rand McNelly's compass was broken. Somehow we made it. Just in the nick of time. Thank goodness we didn't wait in the car. I wouldn't have wanted to be that girl holding the sold out sign, that's for sure. Plus we met Larry Curly and Moe, learned about hops and barley from a funny little man, drank some beer better than Miller that got Nelly wasted, discovered my jeans were totally "out", Sang to Lavern and Shirley, found a bung for Stacy's hole… thank you lakefront brewery, at least that should slow down the poop talk for now… and got a preview of Nelly's wedding reception. Let's not forget the cool glasses, they ran out of, and the strange birthday invitation. Does anyone even know those girls' names? Abbie, you still have their card?
Girl gift time, probably one of my favorites. Love the pics, loved the gifts, loved the laughs, loved the collage. Loved that I'm not in anyone else's frame. Just kidding Abbie, I understand. But how about the other art? The dotted line by far the best, or maybe the tire mark in the bathroom, or is it grass? What did you see in the squiggly lines? Can you analyze the composition, what elements did the artist implement? Would you say they looked balanced? What feeling does that color invoke? Wait wait wait. Again, how old are we? When did we get so serious? If we use it all up now what are we going to talk about when we're forty. Lets save the art debate for then, the year 2020 or something.
Eventually the debate ended and being the out of towners that we were, accepting the strange birthday invite seemed like the best way to start to the night. Even if we wound up being stared at by stuffed animals, touched by weird girls, and standing in peanut shells. At least we got to dance, design our perfect man and woman, match funny couples, hug a live bear, get dollar drinks, and dance to some live tunes. All before we found out what goes on at "black clubs". Yes, Chach, they do exist. Yet I don't think any of us still quite know what they are… but then again that info came from a cabby who thought the guy that flipped his car was a good driver.
And the rest of the night will live in infamy because we wont soon forget, the Guinness racers, the failed bachelor party bus, the dancing queen, the traveling masseuse (oh yeah orgasm faces), and McTender (hopefully someone tells him he's hot everyday), the bitchy bride, the WT groom, the torn jeans, the mysteriously missing man in the corner the slippery nipples, the foursomes, the three times we tried to leave, and closing down McGillycuddy's. And even though I had to abort mission: jenny make out with strangers, we had a pretty wild night. Even if I had to sleep alone, thanks Nelly!
While I may have slept alone, I didn't soak in the Jacuzzi alone. Feared by Stacy Abbie and Nelly, Chachi and I poured on the bubbles. Though it was short lived and we dripped water everywhere, my plot from the beginning came to fruition. I made it in the tub and that's all that matters, even if I did lose a contact in there.
The next morning came with more talk of gas and bathroom business and Chachi's pleading for it to end as we began to debate our breakfast options. Since we struck out at Denny's before we figured Perkins was our safest bet. It didn't take long to agree, but unfortunately it didn't take long to violate the terms of Chachi's breakfast rules either. And despite the rejuvenating ice tea the food left something to be desired. We cold have smoke 3 cigarettes by the time the food came and I do believe those red dots were supposed to be blueberries.
It was all over too soon. One quick hunt for cheese and cigarettes and we were back in Illinois. Back to no smoking in bars, no McTender, no discussion of the man with the magic hands. Another one for the books. Another trip to a place with no name that surpassed our expectations. All I can say is where to next ?!
Louisville - 2012
Today we set out for Louisville. I hear our total group is up to 35. I hope that I can manage to stay awake for all the fun this year. I think the advantage is that Nelly, Abbie, Dags and I are heading out tonight after work, instead of the wee hours of tomorrow morning. Last year I could barely make it past 6 pm. I think the full night sleep will make it possible to enjoy the entire fest, and not miss the fireworks. I'll keep you posted.
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