The last few days has only been complete and utter insanity! But most times, I enjoy insanity and it really beats uneventful times.
Friday night consisted of drinking ourselves silly, the usual. Abbey's friend Ross brought like seven people over, and we went to a theater in Wicker Park that wasn't having a show anymore. We left there, and hung out in Ross' living room listening to silly punk music. Abbey's VERY goodlooking friend Scott came with us. At 6 am, we got off the blue line and caught an aroma from the chocolate factory. We had gotten rained on, and we were very damp. We ventured over to the place, to see if we could get some chocolate. It didn't happen, due to high security but Abbey and I bought chocolate from the store so it was okay.
I had the most excellent job interview on Saturday day. It's at this place downtown. If I get offered the position, I will be most pleased. The rest of the afternoon into evening was spent cleaning for the party. A handful of good people attended the party, including my friend Mariah and her friend Christian. The three of us left the party, and had a silly little night dancing and singing in the rain. We traveled to a party that wasn't happening, but Pee Wee's playhouse always the best show to watch while nearing the tired drunk. Christian and I bonded, probably more than we should have, but I am excited to start a friendship with him and make my way with Mariah!
In the midst of this all, I found out that Chelsea is coming back sooner than planned! And she will be flying into Chicago! It's probably the best news ever, because I sometimes hurt too much missing her to even cry about it.
The next day, on Sunday, was spent hanging out with Abbey and the trainhoppers downtown. I was exhausted, so I had to cut the day short. I slept from 7pm until the next day at 11 am. My body completely rejected the weekend, but it was much needed I suppose.
Last night, Shannon's friends who are in this band called Builders and the Butchers played a lovely show that Amanda and I only caught one song of. I spent my hard earned cash from the summer at the bar, unregretably. All of the boys in the band were so nice, and two of them were so good looking. We all came back to our house, and smoked cigarettes and drank beer. It reminded me of the good summer nights in Minnesota.
This morning, I woke up and was reminded that cute boys were sleeping in my living room and not my bed. I said my farewells, and gave my Minneapolis reccommendations.
I really enjoy times like these. It reminds me why I've moved.
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