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oh lj it's been a while
i am not sober. it's st patriick's day weekend, which like, is always out of control, but this semester has been bazaar and none of my close friends were really doing much (as of when i woke up this morning, i wasn't even sure if i was going to the parade. i live for that shit). becky, jess, and dan are out of town, suzi, margie, and nick are in rome, brigid and michelle just have things going on
but anyway. heather texted me this morning about the parade and so i met up with her and bernadette and kevin. we stopped at bruno's to get some whiskey and coke and then dunkin for some coffee and we made roadies on the bus. we've all done the parade the last 2 years and floats actually aren't that cool, so we went to the congress hotel where heather's friends were staying and partied there a bit. then we wandered around the parade before hitting up the hyatt for another more rowdy hotel party. just the atmosphere of being downtown and all of the excitement and green is what i love about st patrick's day in chicago. so spirited it's great!
then this boy that i was semi-seeing like literally one year ago who i haven't talked to in 11 months had invited me via facebook to an all day party in wicker park and so i suggested we hit that up. that was funny because i left heather and broke off with bernadette, her boyfriend kevin, and their friend joe who are like HELLA scene and wicker park is the epidomy of the scene so i looked really cool for having this invite even though obviously i'm about as uncool as it gets to these kids in actuallity. also bernadette is like psychotic and no one is my house likes her, so it's also funny that we were BFFs for a day. before the party, we went to lunch at this cheap meditarianian place i knew from brigid (again, making me look like i was in the know and kinda funny because in reality i just hear about this stuff/know things from the 3 people i talk to).
but the party was like hella sweet. we got there and everyone was super chill, and i saw lance (the boy who invited me) and he was surprised to see me, but not in a bad way. everyone was buzzed but not trashed and in a great mood, there were like parents of the people who lived there around, and everyone was just happy annnnd what was incredibly cool was that from their apartment you could access the roof via this rickety rotting ladder, so we hung out up there all afternoon with a sick view of the chicago skyline. the weather was nice and nothing could have been better. when we came down and decided to leave because the kegs ran out, i ran into lance again and he was like "oooh did you guys get any alcohol lately" and we said no, so he led us to the fridge, gave me a bottle of champaign and a hug and we BOOKED IT out the back door and ran down the alley before he could realize what was going on. then we realized we'd just ran the wrong way and had to go around the block and past the apartment again to get to the bus stop to head back up to ro'po (what the cool kids call rogers park)
next we went to the dominack's by joe's apartment, then to his house for more drinks, he too has a sweet view from his high rise, so we watched the sun set from him house while eating those yummy frosting cookies they sell at safeway, chips and salsa, and strawberry margaritas. then he was going back downtown for pizza with his friends, but me kevin and bern were DEAD (and i think i'd OD'd on sugar) so we headed home. i arrived home to my room mates getting ready to go out. i was drunk, and a mess and just sat on the floor and yelled to them about my day and theirs.
now our neighbors are having another party. they had a party that started at 9 am and that was a little intense because no one wants to be woken up to screaming drunkerds, but we were. annnd now i just want to pass the fuck out
also, this is a side note that i've just needed to say. lately i've been doing a lot of my own thing, and that includes hanging out with dan more. but at the same time, i've never felt more independent and confident in the direction that my life is headed. sometimes randomly (both sober, buzzed, and high) i get this feeling where i'm just like 'nothing can go wrong. everything in my life is excellent and i love everything right now.'This happens to me when i'm on a new bus line sometimes, or walking around downtown, or just having refreshing conversation. things just feel SO right. it's really intense, but i like it. that's how i felt today. it's incredibly euphoric and extremely comforting considering i may not be getting an actual job/internship anytime soon in this economy
i am not sober. it's st patriick's day weekend, which like, is always out of control, but this semester has been bazaar and none of my close friends were really doing much (as of when i woke up this morning, i wasn't even sure if i was going to the parade. i live for that shit). becky, jess, and dan are out of town, suzi, margie, and nick are in rome, brigid and michelle just have things going on
but anyway. heather texted me this morning about the parade and so i met up with her and bernadette and kevin. we stopped at bruno's to get some whiskey and coke and then dunkin for some coffee and we made roadies on the bus. we've all done the parade the last 2 years and floats actually aren't that cool, so we went to the congress hotel where heather's friends were staying and partied there a bit. then we wandered around the parade before hitting up the hyatt for another more rowdy hotel party. just the atmosphere of being downtown and all of the excitement and green is what i love about st patrick's day in chicago. so spirited it's great!
then this boy that i was semi-seeing like literally one year ago who i haven't talked to in 11 months had invited me via facebook to an all day party in wicker park and so i suggested we hit that up. that was funny because i left heather and broke off with bernadette, her boyfriend kevin, and their friend joe who are like HELLA scene and wicker park is the epidomy of the scene so i looked really cool for having this invite even though obviously i'm about as uncool as it gets to these kids in actuallity. also bernadette is like psychotic and no one is my house likes her, so it's also funny that we were BFFs for a day. before the party, we went to lunch at this cheap meditarianian place i knew from brigid (again, making me look like i was in the know and kinda funny because in reality i just hear about this stuff/know things from the 3 people i talk to).
but the party was like hella sweet. we got there and everyone was super chill, and i saw lance (the boy who invited me) and he was surprised to see me, but not in a bad way. everyone was buzzed but not trashed and in a great mood, there were like parents of the people who lived there around, and everyone was just happy annnnd what was incredibly cool was that from their apartment you could access the roof via this rickety rotting ladder, so we hung out up there all afternoon with a sick view of the chicago skyline. the weather was nice and nothing could have been better. when we came down and decided to leave because the kegs ran out, i ran into lance again and he was like "oooh did you guys get any alcohol lately" and we said no, so he led us to the fridge, gave me a bottle of champaign and a hug and we BOOKED IT out the back door and ran down the alley before he could realize what was going on. then we realized we'd just ran the wrong way and had to go around the block and past the apartment again to get to the bus stop to head back up to ro'po (what the cool kids call rogers park)
next we went to the dominack's by joe's apartment, then to his house for more drinks, he too has a sweet view from his high rise, so we watched the sun set from him house while eating those yummy frosting cookies they sell at safeway, chips and salsa, and strawberry margaritas. then he was going back downtown for pizza with his friends, but me kevin and bern were DEAD (and i think i'd OD'd on sugar) so we headed home. i arrived home to my room mates getting ready to go out. i was drunk, and a mess and just sat on the floor and yelled to them about my day and theirs.
now our neighbors are having another party. they had a party that started at 9 am and that was a little intense because no one wants to be woken up to screaming drunkerds, but we were. annnd now i just want to pass the fuck out
also, this is a side note that i've just needed to say. lately i've been doing a lot of my own thing, and that includes hanging out with dan more. but at the same time, i've never felt more independent and confident in the direction that my life is headed. sometimes randomly (both sober, buzzed, and high) i get this feeling where i'm just like 'nothing can go wrong. everything in my life is excellent and i love everything right now.'This happens to me when i'm on a new bus line sometimes, or walking around downtown, or just having refreshing conversation. things just feel SO right. it's really intense, but i like it. that's how i felt today. it's incredibly euphoric and extremely comforting considering i may not be getting an actual job/internship anytime soon in this economy