What has been going on…
The Fucking Pita Queen/ quasi crazy allergies + hookah = no voice…
Catching you up on last weekend in 3 Parts:
I. FRIDAY:
I spent a nice friday night doing whatever the fuck i felt like:
aka- I put on my adorable apron & made Greek Avgolemono Lemon Chicken Soup, fresh Pita bread, & superior, gooey, brownies
During my pita adventures the fire alarm got spastic on me, which resulted in my precariously standing on some stray furniture trying to get to the sucker which was at the very summit of our 12-14+ ft ceiling of our apt, being very frustrated because it didn’t just have a battery you could yank out of it, but some very intense wiring going up into the ceiling that would not let me disconnect it.
The loud angry beeping persisted… resulting in me running around frantically opening all the windows, turing on the ac, & standing on a chair on my tippy-toes waving a plastic tupperware lid beneath the bloody, dangling-by-its-fucking-stubborn-wires-from-the-ceiling, stupid beeping device, trying to get it to stop. & yes it would stop & then pick right up again (you know right when i was handling hot things or flipping a grouping of pittas)… other than the fire alarm it was a really nice evening & eventually I will try to post the recipes on my food blog Blood Orange Chutzpah (which yes i suck at updating)
After all of this hullabaloo i took a bath by candle light, while listening to my all time favorite Yo La Tengo album- …And The The Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out -
& then cut off some of my hair, possibly the least amount of hair (~3/4″) I have ever cut off at one time, mostly due to the fact I still haven’t decided how I want to cut my hair
II. SATURDAY NIGHT
so another weekend, another saturday night out…
my friend, let’s call him ‘Fierro’ (he is also friends with Guy), was having a birthday party so
around 9 or so I biked over, taking a detour along lake shore drive’s bike path to meet someone first. It was so beautiful out, just surprisingly gorgeous & it felt so great riding.
So I get to Fierro’s apt & end up hanging out on his balcony with a group of people chatting, drinking Red Stripe (which is in my top 5 favorite beers… in case you were wondering) & it’s so nice to be able to finally be outside, the winter in Chicago just held on WAY too long. & it gets later & later… & then we head in doors & smoke some Hooka.
This was a mistake.
Because, apparently, I have developed some allergies here in Chicago, or due to Chicago itself… or at least that’s what the doctors think is up since I’m not dangerously symptomatic of anything else currently… & my throat is agitated.
But for some reason I am determined to finally blow smoke rings, I end up smoking a fair amount. [As a side note, it is just ridiculous how many people in Chicago smoke cigarettes... I have a theory about this, like I have a theory that all guys in Chicago turn out to be assholes, but I'll get into that another time.]
We continue to hang out & my friend… ‘Daphne’ & I are talking about how guys suck, popular topic, & there are only 3 girls total remaining at the party by this time, & like still 5+ guys… & Fierro starts to try to defend the male sex, maybe just himself… which leads to me talking to him about Guy (which I debated not doing, but was drunk & decided I needed to talk to someone about him who knew him) & we both determined at the same time that Guy is ‘fragile’ & that I ’should just call him’. Then while poor Daphne was in the bathroom throwing up, Fierro declared to me his interest in her, to which my response was ‘awwhhhhhh! I KNOW, you guys look so cute together’ (I mean seriously, if you saw how he acted around her, you too would know that he liked her… only problem is that she has a boyfriend… who is an ass I might add… or so the grapevine says)
So it was decided that everyone was going to stay the night & there would be pancakes (if we woke Fierro up & bugged him enough in the morning) but being too all allergy like, I couldn’t sleep & bid my adieus.
& it’s
it’s 5:23 am on a sunday morning
& the good people of the world were washing their clothes at the laundromat
&
It’s 49 degrees (wtf chicago) as i peddled home.
it was another nice night.
… except for when I woke up later Sunday & i couldn’t talk/was in massive pain.
III. Guy
so Guy had a said he’d call
…he sent a text message with his number (thanks Technology, that’s really what I was hoping for)
then he had a friend in town (last weekend)
I was going to call him sunday, but i lost my voice
then i didn’t know what to say
then i called & left a message… he left me a message
etc.
&
he’s coming over in an hour!
(did i mention I still haven’t finished unpacking & my room is chaos?!!? b/c it is…)
I need to go get ready/hide some crap in my closet.
I have no idea what we are going to do.
‘hang out’ apparently…
more on this later, Thursday must go find some bottoms!
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