Weekend craziness

Last weekend four nutcases came to visit me. It was a weekend full of craziness, farts, burps, drunkenness, inappropriateness, shopping, eating, and lots of sightseeing. It's the kind of weekend that you can only handle once a year. OK, it's that kind of weekend that I can only handle once a year. It was a ton of fun, but I wish I could go and eat so much less.

These same girls visited me last year, but this year we did way more sightseeing around Chicago. We went to the Sears Tower, the Lincoln Park Zoo, Navy Pier where we rode the Ferris Wheel, a river architecture tour of Chicago, and we watched and cheered along with all the proud gay people who came out for the Gay Pride Parade.

While I had a good time, I think I would've enjoyed the weekend a lot more if my work wasn't in the back of my mind. It was a constant adventure riding public transportation and dealing with the crowds, especially with an angry New Yorker. And I am sure I was not fun company whenever someone mentioned shopping. I hate shopping, I think it's like masturbation, you should do it only when you really have to, and alone. But that's just me. I'm not fun to shop with, and I'd be the first one to tell you that. It's no secret. Not that anyone cared what I thought.

By far, my favorite thing from the whole weekend was when I woke up at 8 am on Sunday morning, very VERY hung over, and went and played soccer. I biked there. And I am very sure I could have been arrested for BUI (biking under the influence). But even the cops were still sleeping!

The cat was in complete shock with four people around and went through some serious withdrawal afterwards. Mainly, she missed Deja. She was more or less indifferent about the others, but I think she smelled something on Deja and cuddled with her. That cat sure knows how to find the dirty ones.

Perhaps though, the best moment came when we stumbled drunk to the Wiener Circle to get some hot dogs and get yelled at by a fat angry hot dog lady, and then Megna getting nearly bitch slapped by a drunk guy who looked like Ernie with his almost unibrow. That guy would have had five angry bitches riding on his back and scratching his eyes out if he would've tried to again lay a hand on Megan. Luckily, he was really drunk, and I let the shove he gave her get away, but then again, he's lucky Megan was drunk too. He was a thief, he stole Megan line - i.e., PUT SOME CHEESE ON THAT BITCH! Oh yeah, we ate the most disgusting cheese fries. Any night that ends at the Wiener Circle is a very drunken night. Yep, that was the night before soccer. OUCH!

And last, but certainly not least, I finally had the chance to have tomato juice with beer that I have many a times heard about from Megan. It always sounded disgusting, but I had about 5 of those over the weekend, which is nothing compared to Megan's 20 or so. That girl can hold her beer. I think I have a new favorite way of drinking beer, it really makes it a lot better.

I was a little sad after the girls left, not so much because I missed them, but because I missed not having to go to work. Now, back to reality, which sucks, because there's no big colorful gay pride parade going through reality!