Wow. The Cubs game was fun, and they won (hey, that rhymed!) but I came home thinking to myself, "what the hell was I thinking?!"
Let's put it this way: take 1 semi-reasonable girl with absolutely no self-control or self-discipline and put her in some phat seats at Wrigley Field. Add 3 lovely friends, and men selling beer and hot dogs.
1 very bad pretzel, 5 beers, and 2 hot dogs later, I was dancing on a platform at the skankiest post-game bar EVER. Yes, that's right. We went to Hi-Tops. We also did shots of Southern Comfort. Which I love, but not after a night of consistent beer intake.
Now I am left to pick up the pieces of the night, apologize for the very random, drunken conversation I had with my boyfriend around midnight, and hope that the grease from my trans-fatty McDonald's breakfast kicks in soon.
Oy.
Let's put it this way: take 1 semi-reasonable girl with absolutely no self-control or self-discipline and put her in some phat seats at Wrigley Field. Add 3 lovely friends, and men selling beer and hot dogs.
1 very bad pretzel, 5 beers, and 2 hot dogs later, I was dancing on a platform at the skankiest post-game bar EVER. Yes, that's right. We went to Hi-Tops. We also did shots of Southern Comfort. Which I love, but not after a night of consistent beer intake.
Now I am left to pick up the pieces of the night, apologize for the very random, drunken conversation I had with my boyfriend around midnight, and hope that the grease from my trans-fatty McDonald's breakfast kicks in soon.
Oy.
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