Last year, we were at the Scabby Cabby. This year, a group of college friends and one special guest (more on her in a second) got together in Chicago for drinks, dinner, and more drinks.
I got to Nic's condo just west of downtown about 4:00. On my way down, I saw HIM! The Master of the Universe! Traffic was a bitch, and what should have taken 15 minutes or so took about an hour. As I got to his place, I realized that I forgot my CAMERA! So, you are just going to have to suffer with these taken on my crappy cell phone camera. Dems da berries.
So, I get there, and who do I meet? The lovely and talented Whiskey Marie was there with Gwen. Like I said the cell phone does not do this lovely lady justice. We talked and had a good time.
Gwen was looking lovely as always, too. In her fabulous black dress and vibrant green belt. I think Nic set up the laptop just to get her to bend like this. Curse you crappy camera! CURSE YOU!
Eventually, planes, trains, and automobiles were used to assemble the party, and we taxied into River North to Sullivan's for dinner. Yum! I had the tomato & mozzarella salad with balsamic reduction. I love tomatoes and these were ripe and flavorful. And the balls of fresh mozzarella? Devine. For my main course, I had the grilled swordfish. And a couple of spears of asparagus. So, yeah, my pee stills sounds funny.
After dinner, we went back to the neighborhood, and hit a little dive bar for a while.
The bar had a great jukebox, and we got to hear Sweet Caroline (bhu, bhu, bhu) twice in the hour that we were there. After the bar, we headed back to Nic's place for a bit (someone broke a heal on the way). The a few quasi-responsible people went back to our hotel rooms. Yes, I live a $20 cab ride away, and stayed in a $125 hotel room. I knew that if I went home, odds were low that I would make it back the next day for brunch.
A fitful night of sleeping (man, I can't drink like I used to) where I was up every 2 hours followed. About 10:30, we were back at the condo, drinking fabulous Bloody Maries, and eating wonderful omelets made by Laughlin.
And to top it all off, we watched Elf and A Christmas Story. Until that time, Whiskey Marie had never seen 'A Christmas Story'. I know. Deprived child.
About 2:00 some people needed rides to the train station, and after dropping them off, I got home and took crashed out for an hour and a half.
And thus ended Mac-Christmas-Bash 2009.
Except for a little Christmas Ho-Ho-Ho!
12 comments:
I hadn't seen A Christmas Story until two years ago. Stupid, huh? I remember when it came out in theaters and I begged my parents to let me see it and they refused. Then I dunno I guess it just fell through the cracks and somehow I just never saw it.
I own it now though and I love it! :-)
I saw A Christmas Story in the theater, if you can believe that.
Wow, Gwen is bending over and giving the camera a little Christm-ass, isn't she?
Color me jealous for not getting to meet these lovely folks! Glad you had a good time.
Wish I were there.
Thank you thank you for "glossing over" the finer details of the evening- I owe you one (or twelve).
Great finally meeting you! You guys are a big pile of awesome wrapped in bacon. I mean that in a good way.
;)
Cora - Good thing you have seen it. That could have been a deal breaker! :-)
Beck-eye - As a man, I have learned NEVER to comment on the size of a woman's Chrism-ass.
SkyDad - Thanks.
Dr. Zibbs - It was a good time.
Whiskey - What? I have absolutely NO idea what you are talking about. Okay, okay. Whiskey's shoes were hurting coming back from the bar, and me and another guy took turns giving her piggyback rides. Are you happy now that I've admitted your secret shame.
Hahaha! While just as much fun as years past, this one was weird with all its crazy mishaps! Delayed flights, broken shoes, piggyback rides, thong panties, costumes . . . you know, now that I list them out I realize it was a normal year after all. ;)
It was a blast, brutha! Thanks for being the first to document the parts of it we can talk about.
I'll call you next week to discuss The Drysdales and our other business.
I can NOT believe Cora didn't see A Christmas Story until a few years ago, where the heck has she been? Under a rock? Yeah, I think so!
I wish I still lived in Chicago; or just north of it, anyway. Sounds like a blast.
-Joshua
How come me and Zibbs weren't invited? We can still drink like we used to. Well I can, not sure about Zibbs, he probably can't, come to think of it.
I saw 'A Christmas Story' in the theater...yeah, I'm THAT old (but I look good)! ; )
I love the 24 hour Christmas marathon and keep trying to get my man to watch it, but he thinks it's "too girly". HE's too girly.
She's your friend, don't look at Gwen's ass, she's your friend, don't look at Gwen's ass, she's your friend...
DAMMIT! I looked at Gwen's ass.
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