Cómo Está, Beeeeetches

This weekend was quite a whirlwind in the Windy City. Lots of action. Lots of walking. Lots of beer. Lots of movie quotes. We got to see our Californian friends Moe and Tom, and meet Tom's girlfriend Jessie. Then, we met up with Ward, Stephanie and guest (Andrew), Mandy and Justin, and some other randoms (Tom's friend with the lion tattoo and Birch, a U of I guy). Anyways, it was a fun time, but I was left with a lot of sleep deprivation and a wicked ass cold.

Saturday started off early with a trip to the Field Museum. (We made a note to remember that this was the one that sucks. Field stands for Freaky Stuffed Animals in Glass Cages). However, we did notice that a lot of the animals looked like Ozzie. Even the rhinoceros. We then were able to meet up with Tom and Moe and we went to Gino's East. We ate pizza and drank beer, and all was well and good with the world, and it was only 2 p.m. To be sure not to lose our good beer buzzes we decided to continue drinking at the hotel bar at Tom and Moe's hotel, the Essex. This is a picture of the bar, where we spent most of our time. It smelled like Denny's. We had a very nice bartender named Eileen. She was middleaged and wearing a dickey. Yes, a dickey. But, she was cool.

Being surrounded by my old college roommates, I kind of forgot I was not in college anymore. Now it is more like college with more money and less alcohol tolerance. A very risky combination. After many, many drinks, Mandy wanted to meet up with us for a late dinner at 9 p.m. Unlike college, this was not going to be at Taco Bell. I thought I was exercising good sense when I told Jake not to go because I thought he was too drunk. Someone should have stopped me from going. Don't worry, I didn't cause a scene. This is how it was like a college party:

1) There was prank phone calling. Thank God we didn't have a swim team phone list, or TaTa so would have gotten a call.
2) I wrote on myself. I needed to remember what time to meet everyone the next morning and there was no paper around, what else was I supposed to do?
3) I stole some breadsticks for breakfast the next morning. It was a nice surprise when I found one in my purse.
4) Some creepy foreign guy drove us home in a mini van (it was a cab). I guess this didn't happen very much in college, but I do know that Orel has driven my van home before (sorry, Dad, I know I broke a Van Rule, but if it is any consolation we got to listen to Arabian Music).

The next morning, 6:30 a.m. came way too soon. I "jerseyed up" in Jake's R.W. McQuarters jersey and off we went. (Just a quick note about R Dubs, he no longer plays for the Bears, which Jake warned that I would get harassed. I did not believe him, I mean who cares? Oh, YOU KNOW I got harassed.)

We finally got a space in a parking lot about 32 miles away, and slowly tried to set up our Tailgating Operation. When I say "slowly" and "tried" that is exactly what I mean. We SUCKED at tailgating. The people next to us (and pretty much everyone around us were freaking pros). They had cubed cheese, shrimp, a whole bar, wings, burgers, etc. etc. Our grill wasn't even put together yet. It was still in the box. I did contribute a jar of mixed nuts and a bag of barbecue chips. Mmmmmmmm.

Everyone was very good about drinking super early in the morning, but I needed to sit that one out. Mandy brought jello shots and margaritas, and let me tell you, that girl is hilarious when she is drunk at 9 a.m. You can read more about the tailgating adventure on Stephanie's blog, because frankly, I don't feel like repeating it all.

I have a few things to address in her blog:

A) I was not wearing the same jeans as the day before, a-thank-ya-very-much.
B) My foot is doing fine, now, thank you. There was some bleeding blister issues, that just looked a lot worse than it was. When I showed Tom he screamed, "Jesus Christ, dude! Clean that sh*t up!"
C) I loved Mandy's effort to be a Bears Fan. She has no interest in football let alone the Bears, and she was a trooper. She had a Gail Sayers jersey and at dinner on Saturday, she asked me, "Do you know who that is?" My drunken ass reply was, "Isn't she a newscaster or something?" Then Mandy said, "I will have to look for him on the field." YIKES. Jake's blood pressure just shot up 200%.

So, that is that for now. I will add photos as they come to me, because I am sure all of you are dying for them.

I will leave you with this movie quote in honor of the movie quote speaking Tom and Jake did all weekend:

Ron Burgundy to Baxter (his dog)

What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole... wheel of cheese? How'd you do that? Heck, I'm not even mad; that's amazing! How 'bout we get you in your p.j.'s and we hit the hay.