August 24, 2008
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I finally have at least a little bit of time to post. This month of August has really been unusual. It started with my vacation which got postponed a day. Then there was the situation with Dave. Now Danel’s grandma has died. Today I got an invitation in the mail for Cara’s wedding, which is pretty surprising seeing as I really don’t talk to her. The wedding is in Vegas and had I not just taken a trip a few weeks ago I might have gone. So what is next for this month? The month still has a week to go so I guess anything could happen.
Today we went to Dick’s Last Resort in Chicago. I was trying to talk everybody into going to a piano bar called Howl At the Moon afterwards and even volunteered to drive. But everybody else wanted to take the train into the city. Nothing against the train, in fact, I love trains. But, the last train leaves the city at like midnight which means that it would be an early night and most of these bars don’t really start to get going until well past 10. I didn’t let any of it deter me though. I still drove while everybody else took the train. Well, just about everybody else. John was going to take the train but he wasn’t ready in time so he rode with me.
We got down there about 3:30. We wound up being at the same tables we were at the last time we went. Our waitress was really cool, she was a fun chick who I kept jawing back and forth with. The whole time w e were at Dick’s, Mark kept taking pictures of everybody’s cleavage and sending them to Rusty and making him guess who each one was. It was pretty damn funny.
Now as you might know, there is no smoking in public buildings in IL. So, everybody had to go outside and smoke right next to the river. Mark’s friend Greg was wearing sandals and while he was smoking sitting over the ledge, one of his sandals fell off and landed in the water. He was trying his damnest to get it and wound up having to use a plastic chair to pull it back to him.
I was wearing a shirt that says “Welcome to the gun show” and has a picture of a guy flexing. What makes it so funny is that I’ve got these tiny little girly arms and me wearing the shirt makes everybody laugh. The waitress of course saw it and found it funny. I decided to take it a step further by writing my phone number on my left bicep and showing it to her. I even asked her if she wanted to touch it. A little while later there was a bachelorette party with a bunch of young hot chicks walking in. After coming back in from a smoke, I walked past all of them and lifted my sleeve and asked them if they wanted my number. I’m thinking they were a bunch of snobby chicks because none of them found it funny, not in the least. Everybody else did, including everybody I was with and the people working the door.
We finally decided to go to Howl at the Moon about 7:30ish. It really wasn’t all that long of a walk. We had to stop off at my car to drop off a bunch of glasses that everybody bought at Dick’s. We made it into Howl probably about shortly after 8. Now I have longed to go to this bar and it was every bit as cool as I thought it would be. Of course there were quite a few bachelorette parties going on. I walked up to one of them and asked them if they wanted me to give the bride to be a lap dance. They thought it would be a great idea so I walked up showed her my arm with the phone number on it and started to dance with her, grinding on her and being all sorts of goofy. I even offered to strip for them.
Fuck. I just don’t want to post anymore, me tired.
