October 7, 2007

• Thursday night we watched the Cubs game at Mark's house. Of course they lost so I won't even go into more detail. Friday morning at about 5:30 in the am, I was awoken by a text message from Dave. Kelli had given birth an hour earlier to Joseph Michael, who weighed a certain weight and was so many inches long. I don't exactly remember the details. I quickly responded back with a congrats text. Friday night I went up to the hospital to see them, to be honest, the baby kind of looks like Dave's brother. And Dave's brother's kids look like Dave. I wonder if there is any sort of wife swap action going on there? For some reason  (that reason being, its just Dave) Dave said that his son has a huge ball sack, he said that is almost bigger than his own. So, I guess Dave is pretty much admitting that he is hung like an infant.

  Yesterday, I had a dentist appointment in the morning which was nothing too exciting and barely even worth writing about. As for the Cubs game, I wanted to go to Sluggers in Wrigleyville not to far from the ballpark to watch the game. Plus, after every home game they have dueling pianos, and you all know how much I loves me some dueling pianos. I know that might have come off as sarcastic, but I do honestly love piano bars. Anywho, unfortunately, all of my Cub fan friends were either busy or too wimpy to trek into the city for the game. John and I wound going to watch the game with our cousin, Ann and her longtime boyfriend, Desi. And I do mean long time, something like 15 years, or probably even longer then that. The plan was to meet at a bar in downtown Naperville called Quigley's. Turns out, they don't have enough tvs, so we went to Bar Louie which had lots of tvs but none of them big screens. We drank, ate and watched the ever depressing game. The Cubs were eliminated by virtue of a pathetic sweep. During the last few innings of the game, we got the bill, which was $132. My cousin's boyfriend insisted on paying for it, which was mighty generous of him.

  After a brief stop to pick up some wine that they had bought, we walked past Ethel's chocolate lounge. Fuck, I love chocolate. I mean love it. I got a few pieces of chocolate filled with pudding. It was pretty damn good. I also got some chocolate milk which was very good as well, but very heavy. I think they must have used whole milk. It was very filling and between all of the chocolate, the Mexican dinner I ate, and the beer, I had a pretty bad tummy ache. In fact, I couldn't even drink any more beer. Ok, so I drank like a half more beer at another bar we went to, but that was it.

  I swear, even though Sox fans have won the World Series, they are still dicks who have severe inferiority complexes. 3 cases yesterday that prove my point. The first pitch of the game was hit out by The Diamondbacks Chris Young and a Sox fan at the bar pointed to the tv and laughed. The next batter, Stephen Drew, hit a double and again, he laughed. Later we were walking to the bar and of course, we had Cubs shirts on. Well, some kid walked past us and said  "The Cubs lost, get over it". Ok asshole, nobody was even talking about the Cubs. What, are we supposed to take off our shirts right after the game is over and walk around shirtless? And then later on as we were walking back to the car, another asshole walked past us and put his hand in the air in the shape of an L as if to say "losers." Well fuck you dude, your team won the World Series 2 years ago, isn't that good enough?

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