Yeah, I own this place...
There is only one way to ROCK: Hard. What happens during the rocking, however, is entirely up to you! If it involves burning down a few cities, then that's what you have to do. Chicago was asking for it. Enter the single charged particle and a fistful of gas/toll money. Fun was to be had.So Friday I packed up and booked 'er for the Windy City with a white shirt and excellent company in tow to visit Emily and MJ in their DePaulian abode. Since the prior visit has become a phenomenon of legend, expectations were high and somehow I ended up on the blocks the second I walked in the door. Gotta start somewhere... and that somewhere had best not be Mickey D's. Because that's where DePaul "Empployyes" work. Frightening.
After dining and kickstarting, we rocked past Sparty Spartan's favorite bar and met our new bestest pal: Paul. Paul was an interesting chap. Not really a man of words, really... makes sense, since his tongue was gold. Take pretty much the only words he said for example: "Where's this from? Minnesota, huh?" [Upon looking at one ID] "Fake Minnesota ID... Real Minnesota ID [Upon looking at mine]." And then we went in.Inside, we were really lucky and met the owner of the bar! It was great! He bought us a round of shots and chatted it up with Emily and myself while we tried to get his friend to hook up with MJ. He was cool and apparently dated the excessively-gromitted-belt-wearing bartender. Yeah, the bar may have been somewhat tame, but that didn't stop the party on our side of the divide. We rocked like rockstars. They did not. I left a $15 tip for the very cold bartender. And then I did not find $20.
Instead, I bit it hard core on the sidewalk! Unfortunate, really... considering those were my work pants I managed to put 5 holes in! I mean... MJ managed to put 5 holes in! The guys at work will probably miss me. It was nice getting the paycheck while it lasted.The night was wrapped up with a super sweet (and memorable) dance party.
At the crack of noon the next day we got up and hit the streets of Chicago. They hit back. Or at least the deranged guy who started yelling at me on the side of the sidewalk did. Awkward. Chicago is awesome though, because you take the good with the bad. Later we ran into one of the most amazing street performers I've ever seen down in the El tunnels busting out some tunes on his geetar. Take it home, buddy. Take it home.
Or maybe that was home... not sure. But we went home. Home to some fine cooking, I might add, as the OTHER OTHER Asian cooked us up a tasty dining experience. So good that I felt compelled to describe it to her mother later that night. She liked it.
Before that time, however, there was much rocking to be done. We headed over to find Paul and his frozen bartender compadre and see what sort of trouble we could find. Trouble found us! Then we drank it. Oooor, we spilled it all over the bar. Oooor, that was actually me. For the first time in the weekend, though, Klondike Heart actually took pity on me and made me a fresh Sunrisey beverage free of charge! Then we met the owner of the bar! Interesting how he didn't recognize us from the night before... or look anything like he did the night before at all. But then... when I gave the Icicle Princess her $15 tip the night before and mentioned that her boyfriend was cool, she did seem to be rather shocked, if not offended... ("WHAT? Where is my "boyfriend??") Yeah, he lied. Whatevs!"See, what ya gotta do, is just talk to people! It's fun and sometimes they give you stuff!.... Heeeey! What's up, buddy? Where ya from?..." All you have to do is talk about ND football and you'll find a friend. Or a Michigani.
Then we went home and put on a movie whose title I can't even bring myself to mention in this blog. Sure, I proved I was secure in my sexuality by talking to pretty much everybody I saw, but this horrorshow of a children's classic just went one step too far. Many tacitos later, it was time for z-chasing.
We burned down Chicago and it was a blast!
Sadly, this post sucks. I apologize.
(Links courtesy of MJ!)
For all of you NON-EQUINE people out there, the breed of that horse is an apalOOsa. You know you liked Pippi Longstocking. Admit it. Ha ha....genius, Robizzle!
Posted by
Emily |
1:54 AM
I almost fell out of the chair laughing! the other Asian and I enjoyed it!
Posted by
Emily |
1:58 AM
Roboyto, you were definitely clutch and ROCKED hard. maybe a little too hard when we ate shit around campus(i'm still really sorry you put those holes in your pants.) Or maybe it was our more-beautiful-than-words version of "Free Fallin'" You must show me how to make that lemon chicken tortellini. ROCK. love, the OTHER OTHER Michigani.
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Anonymous |
2:02 AM
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2:06 AM