"you need to stop telling people at the bar that you're only twenty"
i agree with gabrielle's post, i should be updating more. here's my life
i've been talking to this boy who i met down in wrigleyville for a while now. then last night we went out on a date. i was a little nervous because i didn't want a repeat of the whole ahad incident if i changed my mind. I'm pretty sure i showed just about everyone the message he sent after i told him i wasn't interested at the bar one night, and i was going to make a link and put it in here, but it's not letting me. whatever, back to the point:
so Lance picks me up (to be perfectly honest i was just excited to be on a car ride) and we start off to evanston. he gets pulled over for speeding and the police man actually asks "where's the fire, son?" so cliche. but anyway, we went to a greek restaurant. very tasty, he didn't know i don't eat meat, surprise! i'll have the veggie casserole instead of a gyro actually. then we were going to meet up with his sister and some people but they decided to go to the south loop bars.
we said no thanks and went to his neighborhood instead since i'd never been to lincoln square. we went to about five bars -we did shots with Rocko, the man who sells beer behind home plate at Cubs games, talked about masterbation with a Haitian, and then somehow i ended up leaving with the bartender's cell phone in my purse. what?! i stayed the night at lance's, slept in and skipped my econ and marketing classes this morning, went to a thai place for lunch, then we drove around a little more and he dropped me off. good day.
i have so much shit to catch up on now. gross
i've been talking to this boy who i met down in wrigleyville for a while now. then last night we went out on a date. i was a little nervous because i didn't want a repeat of the whole ahad incident if i changed my mind. I'm pretty sure i showed just about everyone the message he sent after i told him i wasn't interested at the bar one night, and i was going to make a link and put it in here, but it's not letting me. whatever, back to the point:
so Lance picks me up (to be perfectly honest i was just excited to be on a car ride) and we start off to evanston. he gets pulled over for speeding and the police man actually asks "where's the fire, son?" so cliche. but anyway, we went to a greek restaurant. very tasty, he didn't know i don't eat meat, surprise! i'll have the veggie casserole instead of a gyro actually. then we were going to meet up with his sister and some people but they decided to go to the south loop bars.
we said no thanks and went to his neighborhood instead since i'd never been to lincoln square. we went to about five bars -we did shots with Rocko, the man who sells beer behind home plate at Cubs games, talked about masterbation with a Haitian, and then somehow i ended up leaving with the bartender's cell phone in my purse. what?! i stayed the night at lance's, slept in and skipped my econ and marketing classes this morning, went to a thai place for lunch, then we drove around a little more and he dropped me off. good day.
i have so much shit to catch up on now. gross