whiski_sour: (Dietrich explains it all)
I keep putting off updating because I'm lazy. Here's the high points:

-My first floorset went fine. I felt like an awkward doofus because I had no clue what I was doing and only knew the two people that had interviewed me, but I survived it. My next one is Wednesday.

-Speaking of Wednesday, I had tickets to a Cubs game that night and was going to go with a guy I knew from high school, but had to cancel. There are only three home games before the season ends and I really want to go to one. I might try for the Monday night game instead.

-The complications of going to the Monday night game include having to be up at 6:30 both Monday and Tuesday to get the neighbor up, ready, and to school. The first week of this went fine. The second week he suddenly developed morning diarrhea and spent ages in the bathroom until he was informed that he didn't have a choice and he was going to have to make an attempt to get through school (his grandmother's call). I don't know the kid well enough to know if he's faking, but judging by his grandma, the kid will be going to school unless he's dead. All I know is I don't feel like going through these battles every morning. The pay is good, but not that good.

-If I do want to go to the Monday night game, I've got it all worked out with Mom for the girls' Spanish lessons. At first, they quite liked seeing Aunt Kiki three days a week. Now that they've realized I'm there to learn them up, the charm has worn off. We played review games today that they really liked, so that's good. Some days are better than others.

-The way the Monday game shakes out is such: I'd have to get up at 6:30 and get the boy to school. Come home and nap. Go to Mom's and teach Spanish, leaving by 1:30. Drive to Chicago, do the park and ride to Wrigley, watch the game, park and ride back to the car, drive home. I'd get home between 12:30 and 2 depending when the game ended and I got back to my car. I would then nap and get up at 6:30 in the morning to take the boy to school. I'd then come home and nap that afternoon before floorset. So the question is can my 32 year old self run like my 22 year old self used to? I'm kind of hoping so. We'll see.

-Apple and Pork festival this weekend. Imma get me an apple donut.

The end.
whiski_sour: (Winner!)
As predicted, the Chicago portion of my drive was not as terrible as I was working it up to be in my head. My friend Harry (also my lovely date for the evening) gave me fabulous directions and was an all around sweetheart being so patient with my pre-driving paranoia.

The Palmer House is a lovely hotel and definitely out of my Motel-6-with-the-condoms-in-the-vending-machine league. I had a very nice room at the end of a maze so that I don't think we ever took the same route back to the elevators every time.

Harry and I got decked out in our finery and met up with Tim (the guy I won the tickets from) at the VIP entrance where we were passed by the likes of Ernie Banks, Todd Hollandsworth, and David DeJesus and his wife Kim. Inside, we waited in line at one of the bars with Bryan LaHair and Joe Mather. It was pretty loud in there, with the people and the music. I don't know how anyone had a conversation. It was all Harry and I could do to talk to each other. In the end, we were both just so O_O that we decided people watching was good enough. Yeah, I know, pretty chicken shit. But I have trouble socializing unless I'm feeling it's a "good" day and last night really wasn't. I had no opening lines and nothing really to say to any of the players. Harry was on par with this. We suck. We know.

I further suck because the only pictures I took were a few bad ones at the end of the night. I've never been a good photographer and I constantly forget I have the means of taking pictures, so we should all be not surprised by this. Harry took a couple of good ones that I hope to get from him though, including one of us dressed up.

So, yeah, after the VIP portion of the evening, we adjourned to the casino portion. It was there that Harry started his "hot, buttery slide to hell" as he calls it with another rum and coke (he'd had one in the VIP room, as well as a martini; I was still on water, trying to combat the flush of that hot room). This was also when I had my first of two sitdowns of the night. After a walk around the gaming area, I had to sit down. It wasn't just that my feet hurt; my legs were weak. Like I said, 235 pounds on 3 inch heels. You can't fight physics. I just didn't like that suddenly my legs were more out of shape than ever. I was better after the second sitdown and a beer (no kidding; I think it helped slow the nerve signals that let me know that I was having difficulties).

Harry ended up getting pretty drunk (but not annoying/loud/barroom brawling drunk), but we still managed to do pretty well playing blackjack. We also got pretty catty about the players' wives/girlfriends. For the most part, they all look like cheerleaders which provided a perfect example of some research that I read about men tailoring what physical qualities they're attracted to depending on the culture they're apart of. Baseball culture=cheerleader-looking wives.

Anyway, we were among the stragglers to leave the party as Harry was mooning over Theo Epstein (Hilarious! I missed having a fabulous gay friend). I was surprised by which players stayed until the very end. Darwin Barney, James Russell, Chris Volstad, Paul Maholm, Kerry Wood, and of course Ryan Dempster. I know none of these people mean much to any of you, but names to Google if you're curious.

We both bought mystery gift bags (the least we could since we didn't actually contribute to the charity by buying our tickets. Harry ended up with a signed Ryan Dempster ball. I ended up with over $100 worth of gift certificates to various places in Chicago. Guess I'll have to make a trip back to use them.

We also got goodie bags when we left the VIP room which included a Casino night t-shirt and really nice shot glass. Pretty nice swag.

I was a little worried about Harry going home on his own. Hell, I was worried about him making it to the elevator from my room, but he's a pro and made it home with no troubles.

I only managed about four hours of sleep, talked to Harry and his hangover on the phone as he made the trek to work, and then headed for home. I only got a little lost on the way out, but I really quickly figured out where I was and where I needed to go. Pretty soon, I'm going to have this Chicago driving business down pat.

It was a really fun night and I'm so glad I got to do it and it's one of those things that if Dempster is still a Cub and he does it next year (please, oh, please!) I'm saving my pennies to go back on the legit.

No way I'm lucky enough to win twice.
whiski_sour: (naughty)
Haley and I went to the Cornbelters game Saturday night. We had the scout seats which are padded, wider, and come with all you can eat and drink until the 7th inning. We did our best to eat our weight, but we failed.

It was Special Olympics night and to help raise money, the Cornbelters wore special jersies that were going to be auctioned off right after the game. I have a bit of a soft spot for the Special Olympics since it is such a good cause and since my cousin Todd (Down Syndrome) participated in so many of them. I also have a soft spot for some of the Cornbelters players, so I made up my mind before the game that I was going to try to snag a jersey (I also got in on the 50/50 raffle to make sure that they did get some of my money).

The bidding started at 75 bucks. I had 100 left over from the Cubs trip last weekend plus 20. Haley had 45. Together we decided we could make a run for a jersey and we decided to go for Mike Mobbs because a) he's one of our remaining favorites (they traded Keeble and Dunbar) and b) he has the best walk-up music of the bunch (Smells Like Teen Spirit).

He was one of the last jersies to go. Haley decided at the last minute that she couldn't justify it, but I was still in. I said I'd go as high as 100. Haley bid for me and it got to 100 pretty quickly. She looked at me. I raised my hand for 120. Someone else bid for 140 and Haley looked at me. I shook my head. She raised her hand for 160.

So we ended up winning the jersey for 160.

We got to go down to the field and he signed it for us and then took pictures with us. I didn't expect him to touch me, but he did. He put his hand on my back and I did likewise and I didn't mind at all. It's not every day that a good looking 22 year old puts his hand anywhere on me and same for the vice versa.

I'm currently in possession of the signed jersey. It was game worn and he played hard, so now my closet is currently smelling like Mike Mobbs.

But that's okay.

I don't mind my clothes smelling like good looking 22 year old guy either.
whiski_sour: (fucked your shit up)
After going to the Cubs game and staying up way too late, it took me until today to figure out what day it was.

Just in time for Apple and Pork weekend.

Which I will be too broke to enjoy.

Because of the Cubs game.

I feel this week very closely resembles a carousel.
whiski_sour: (Teddy is awesome)
The short story: Went to Wrigley yesterday for the Cubs/Giants game and despite the rain delay and the loss (1-0), I had a great time.

The long story...is under the cut. )

I'm sure I'm forgetting things, but I didn't get home until about 2:30 this morning and didn't get to bed until almost four. I'm pretty sure I left my brain in Chicago.

Not that I'm complaining.
whiski_sour: (Cubs)
With any luck, this time tomorrow I will be singing Go Cub Go in the bleachers at Wrigley.

Come on, babies, make it 7 in a row.

And, Bochy, play Little Fontenot. I miss seeing him.
whiski_sour: (Busted!)
Carrie and I went over to Haley's last night to play cards with her and Diana. It was supposed to be an early night, but then a friend I haven't seen since probably high school, Amanda, showed up and we ended up staying until almost 2.

Man, it was a good time.

My throat and my ribs hurt from laughing.

Haley handled a bottle of Boone's Farm and then decided we needed to go on a liquor run to get another bottle. Had it not been for Carrie, she would have forgetten that her children were asleep upstairs and best not left alone. I'm sure it would have dawned on her before she left, but it was funnier this way.

During the course of the evening, Amanda ranted about her beer belly ("I earned this twelve ounces at a time!") and her double chin ("I need a hoodie"). Diana kicked our asses at Spit the first time she played it. Carrie and I ate most of the bucket cookies ("You should not have left them between two fat girls. I'm just saying."). Amanda, Diana, and Haley got caught in a downpour on their liquor run. Because it had rained in Amanda's passenger side window, Diana and Haley sat in the back, which led to Haley telling Amanada that she was driving Drunk Daisy.

After they got back, we had a tornado warning. Once it had passed, Haley got into the second bottle of Boone's Farm and started drunk texting and drunk Facebooking. She danced to Justin Bieber and generally made an ass out of herself, but to be fair, a lot of these things she'd have done sober.

In short, the evening achieved levels of hilarity that I've not experienced in a long time. The "hangover" we all have today (in Haley and probably Amanda's case literal) is so worth it.

I can't wait to do it again sometime.
whiski_sour: (orly?)
So, I was already up too late last night. It was past 1 and I hadn't even washed my face. Then I get to talking with Carrie and the next thing I know, it's past two and I've only taken off my eye make-up and brushed my teeth.

I'm just finishing up my bedtime ritual, now two hours late, when Carrie starts banging on the bathroom door.

There are police cars and firetrucks on the corner behind my house. We can see the lights from the backdoor. So, what do we do? Throw on our shoes and coats and head down to the sidewalk to see what's going on.

It turns out there was a fire at the Mexican restaurant that family of a high school friend owns. White smoke was just pouring out of the back of the building. This is the pic I took last night. I'm afraid it's not very good. I took it with my cell phone and Carrie and I were down the block.

While we were standing there, watching and speculating, at least four cars drove by us, one of them twice. I know that they blocked off part of Van Buren (aka Route 54), but still. It was after 2 in the morning. Shouldn't those people have had jobs they should have been sleeping for?

I walked down this morning in the rain to check out the damage. The windows are boarded up and there's something burnt behind the building, the building looks pretty okay. I was going to take a picture, but I forgot to take my phone. However, I must point out that I was a symphony in coordination on my little jaunt, what with my baby pink Jason Voorhees t-shirt, my sparkly pink jelly bracelets, and my hot pink umbrella. Stylin'!

I ended up not going to bed until after 3 this morning. I let myself sleep in an hour, but it wasn't enough. For the most part, I've been a rather cranky and slug-like today.

But, I'm getting Steak N Shake for dinner tonight, so I think that will improve my mood considerably. Maybe even boost my productivity.

That might be pushing it though.
whiski_sour: (milkshake)
Due to a nap, I was still awake at 2 this morning. No big deal, I figured I would be.

So, it's in the wee hours and I'm flipping through channels, thinking about going to sleep, and I hit the SyFy channel. My thought process goes as follows:

Surprise! David Hewlett on my TV.
He's looking rather serious with that almost mullet. What movie is this?
Ooh, David Hewlett with no shirt on. I can get with this.
Why is he putting on a ski mask? Is he robbing a 7-11?
Now he's the Man in the Iron Mask.
And they're injecting stuff into his face. This bodes well.
So, he survived this science experiment just so this guy in the shadows can shoot him?
And now he's a disgruntled gargoyle.
What the fuck is this show?
.

For the record, Darklight needs an introduction when being stumbled across at 2 in the morning.

Or I should have had the sound turned up when I was watching it.

One of the two.
whiski_sour: (wtf bleu)
We had some goings on last night around one this morning.

I went to bed and I was sitting there, watching TV, smoking my last cigarette, trying to settle down when a light flickers through my bedroom. At first I thought it was a car headlight, but it did it again and again.

Now, I'm thinking the neighbors are idiots and doing something that's going to result in a lawsuit. I look outside in time to see a cop car go down the street, spotlighing the houses, paying particular attention to the ones across the street. As he passes by, I can see through the houses that another cop is doing the same thing the next street over.

Ah. They're looking for someone.

So, I get up and go out into the living room, where Carrie is watching it all from the living room window. I proceed on to the kitchen and lock the backdoor.

If they are looking for someone, he is not hiding here. I will not be spending my night cleaning up blood because some jackass decided he was going to hide in my house and woke up my dad and my dad shot him because the jackass woke him up (he'd say it was in defense, but I've woken my dad up enough time to know the truth).

I went back into the living room to watch. Another cop car is sitting across the street with its headlights on and nobody in it. Carrie informs me that the cop got out and walked between the houses. A few minutes later, we see him coming back to his car. He got in and drove off. Carrie bemoaned that Dad wasn't awake, because she wanted him to go out and move the cop car just to fuck with the police (and Dad would have probably done it).

We never did see who they were looking for and had no proof they found them, either.

But, whoever they were looking for didn't get into my house. I did not wake up to a cold corpse on my kitchen floor.

Just as well. I wasn't in a cleaning mood today.

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