Top 10: #6 - Drunken Moments
my birthday is tomorrow. i'll be 22, and i'm KIND of excited, and headed to alumni club in schaumburg with my very favorite andrea. i'm moreso excited for saturday, where andrea, emboz, and myself head downtown to the lovely gold coast of chicago: rush and division, and partake in the absolute insanity of these watering-holes full of pretty people. possible selections include:
bar chicago
shennigan's
the original mother's
the hung club
leg room
...and/or anywhere else that looks like a good time
on another note: i like a boy. so of course, the first thing anyone will want to know is "have you slept with him yet?" and my answer is, no, you bitches, i actually LIKE the guy, i don't want him to think i am a big whore. also, i am living with my parents, in what world would bringing a guy home and doing him in the room that shares a wall with my parents' room be a GOOD idea? the problem is, i may have screwed something up. and i don't know how. one minute, it's all witty repartee and drunk dials and banter and flirting and so on and so forth. the next...i feel like i'm pulling teeth to get him to talk to me. i suppose i could cut my losses and just not worry about it becase, it's my goddamn birthday and i am going to go out and make out with boys i don't know ALL WEEKEND...but i really and genuinely like this boy. and while i don't know everything about him (nor do i want to), i really like what i do know: that he's sweet and normal and witty and NORMAL and intelligant and employed and a bit of a jackass, but mostly sweet and smart and normal. i'm sold no this boy in a way i haven't been since i first met LAX. and it's just been bugging the hell out of me for the past week as to how and why things went south (or "south" in my mind, or whatever).
regardless. it's not something i'm going to think about right now. i have a list of drunken memories to spit out, and TWO interviews next week, both of which are on michican avenue, so i have to look FABULOUS, and goddammit, i wish i had fantastic open-toed work shoes. and a summer suit. alas. perhaps, if i am HIRED (at some place that is NOT rainforest, which i am RE-training at AGAIN, my god will this madness END?), i will invest in such a lovely thing. or i will splurge and put it all on my poor little credit card and then CRY about not having any money. either way, the important parts here are: INTERVIEWS. DOWNTOWN. MICHIGAN. AVENUE. OHMYGOD. FABULOUS.
TOP TEN DRUNKEN MOMENTS
bar chicago
shennigan's
the original mother's
the hung club
leg room
...and/or anywhere else that looks like a good time
on another note: i like a boy. so of course, the first thing anyone will want to know is "have you slept with him yet?" and my answer is, no, you bitches, i actually LIKE the guy, i don't want him to think i am a big whore. also, i am living with my parents, in what world would bringing a guy home and doing him in the room that shares a wall with my parents' room be a GOOD idea? the problem is, i may have screwed something up. and i don't know how. one minute, it's all witty repartee and drunk dials and banter and flirting and so on and so forth. the next...i feel like i'm pulling teeth to get him to talk to me. i suppose i could cut my losses and just not worry about it becase, it's my goddamn birthday and i am going to go out and make out with boys i don't know ALL WEEKEND...but i really and genuinely like this boy. and while i don't know everything about him (nor do i want to), i really like what i do know: that he's sweet and normal and witty and NORMAL and intelligant and employed and a bit of a jackass, but mostly sweet and smart and normal. i'm sold no this boy in a way i haven't been since i first met LAX. and it's just been bugging the hell out of me for the past week as to how and why things went south (or "south" in my mind, or whatever).
regardless. it's not something i'm going to think about right now. i have a list of drunken memories to spit out, and TWO interviews next week, both of which are on michican avenue, so i have to look FABULOUS, and goddammit, i wish i had fantastic open-toed work shoes. and a summer suit. alas. perhaps, if i am HIRED (at some place that is NOT rainforest, which i am RE-training at AGAIN, my god will this madness END?), i will invest in such a lovely thing. or i will splurge and put it all on my poor little credit card and then CRY about not having any money. either way, the important parts here are: INTERVIEWS. DOWNTOWN. MICHIGAN. AVENUE. OHMYGOD. FABULOUS.
TOP TEN DRUNKEN MOMENTS
- My 21st Birthday a day that will live in infamy. or something. ian and i had a huge joint...thing at legend's last year and 50-some people showed up and bought us both drinks all night. to say i was trashed would be the understatement of my LIFE, and i was SO drunk, that i managed to lock myself in a bathroom at LA BAMBA's when i went in there to throw up. i spent the next 8 hours afterward, puking, but the night fo my 21st was fucking amazing and totally unforgettable.
- Box of Boones my freshman year, em and i hiked over to picadilly (a store for booze) and made a few selections. one of these selections was strawberry schnapps, and the other was several varieties of BOONE'S FARM. at the time, i was so...uneducated in the ways of alchol that i had no idea boones was such a low rung. in any case, we got TANKED, and decided to bother some guys friends of ours, and be TANKED in their general direction. an excellent time.
- Martini Nights w/Ian & Boz for a while, legend's had $3.50 martinis on tuesday nights. and em and ian and johnny were complete regulars. and it helped that the waitresses never looked to see how old we were, so we'd all order, despite me and ian being babies. it took exactly two martinis to get me smashed, three to get me ridiculous, and was tremendously economical. also, we got REALLY good at stealing martini glasses.
- Boz's 21st i was 18 at the time, so i borrowed an ID from a friend of mine, and thus, my going out alias: "angela propaghandi," was born. we spent one night at murphy's and another at joe's and this weekend was absolutely my first time ever in a bar, and my first time ever drinking with katie and sarah. hooray for me. anyway, we drank. we danced. it was lovely and wonderful.
- Elimidate Taping em boz put her name on a mailing list at a local club, and got an email about the fact that ELIMIDATE would be taping there. so she, andrea, julie, and myself, went to the taping to partake in free drinks, cute little hor d'ovres, and the inevitable pointing and laughing at the "elimidate-ers". all in all, it was a good time. the drinks were free, there were pretty things to look at, and it was a goddamn ELIMIDATE TAPING. HILARIOUS!
- Equestrian Team Fall Barcrawl '03 my freshman year on the team was kind of uneventful. i knew a few people, like my coach, and the older girls, and i went to some shows and blahblahblah, that was it. it kind of goes without saying that my freshman year, for the most part, was kind of lame. my SOPHOMORE YEAR was TONS better. and during the FALL semester of my soph. year, i went on my first ever barcrawl. and it was AMAZING. and by the end of that night, the whole damn team was my friend, whether or not they liked it. :)
- Halloween '03 & '05 these two were tremendously good and similar and here's how: 1) they were spent with VERY good friends, 2) I WAS NOT SOBER, 3) i looked ALL kinds of adorable and/or hot, 4) i met and macked a RIDICULOUSLY attractive boy each time. sounds like a good holiday, to me.
- Jill & Kate @ Kam's spring semester of my senior year, right after school kicked back up again, my self and my younger girly friends all went to kam's. and since i was the only "of age" person, i bought all the booze. with their money. and in their gratitude, they paid for all my drinks. and it was marvelous. there were drinks, there were fun people, there was some adorable guy on his guitar, i made out with a chick, i made out with the guy who took pictures of me making out with the chick. goddammit, i love college.
- Fat Tuesday '06 i went out this evening with my friend lazz, and met HIS friends "heynow" and "rey". we started at CO's, then moved to Kams, where the infamous tucker max was sitting at some crappy table, getting freaking BOTTLE service at the diviest of all dive bars ever in the universe. in any case, there was a fabulous band. and when the band wasn't being fabulous, the DJ was...so my sad drunk self danced until there was no more dancing. and then some GIRL comes up and says "you look like FUN! you come dance with ME!" so of course i HAD to. and then i met up with one of the prettier boys i've ever met i my life, and he and i went to get gyros
- Valentine's Day '04 i'll keep this one short. but it's literally the best valentine's day i've ever had in my whole entire life, and i spent it with an amazing guy, drinking amazing wine, in an apartment (and house party) in peoria. i was drunk and loved. and that's all that matters.
- HONORABLE MENTIONS: wine & cheese night, bomb night as jason's, the night i tried to smoke the wrong end of a cigar, todd's party where opsal had too much tequilla, the case race, the geekspotting party where todd fell down, when kristen visited U of I, the night brig and i brought home those boys from kam's, etc...