This Friday we started off with a pool party to celebrate my good friend ‘Jimmy’, and what billiard birthday would be complete without good shots, bad shots, Jameson shots, and fried foods a-plenty?
Saturday was a day of cake baking. Pancakes, cupcakes, and of course, my four-legged-little shortcake laying on the cute thicker than the peanut butter frosting that A whipped up.
Saturday night was movie Spookyfest Vol. II, with snacks, pizza, and the Charleston. The internet is pretty lucky to have a such an extensive record of our hustle and flow. Its a downright dance dance revolution around these parts.
music: Phoenix – 1901
Friday we spent celebrating the lovely Ms. Diaz James’ birthday at Fountainhead, then continued the birthday soiree at sissy’s house, with a rousing game of ‘Cards of Humanity’, touted as ‘the game for terrible people’ (like apples to apples, rated R version). Between shots of cachaca (for the loser card), we all did our best Elaine Benes inspired dance moves (with or without K’s chocolate smile sucker accessories).
Saturday morning A and I made pumpkin whoopie pies to bring to movie night, (while sous-chef Silas made sure we followed the recipes purr-fectly from his kitty-chef stool). The evening was spent as any near-halloween-Saturday should be spent, watching horror movies and eating pizza. This week’s double feature was ‘Return of the Living Dead’, and [REC], and while I usually zonk out after the opening credits of most movies, these two kept me wide awake (or maybe that was just the sugar rush that comes from eating almost an entire bag of Sour Patch Kids…)
Sunday morning was spent in a bacon coma, after eating dad’s world famous breakfast. Fortunately the bacon-master wasn’t too exhausted to help A and I level and sand the legs off the table that I picked up with mom at the Grayslake flea market last week. Crappy-chic no more!
music: Crystal Castles – Vanished
This weekend we wanted to show Chicago’s newest two residents where the party train derails into ‘shotty-town’. To prepare, we started off at the sa-lon getting our hairs done, drinking enough wine that the hairdresser was able to convince us that our eye brows were in some dire need of highlighting. whut? Fear not, the cray-cray eyebrow situation we had (apparently) neglected was quickly remedied. With shiny locks and merlot stained lips, we went back to sissy’s new apartment to get the night started with sushi and beer.
Like the classy broads and gents we are, we hopped the El, and went to Resi’s beer garden, where we met up with the pride of Warren Township Highschool class of 2000. After several rounds, and quite a bit of general debauchery, we moved the dance party to another bar. Shortly thereafter, I ninja-vanished (to the safety of my bed) in typical form, and everyone else went to the James’ house to
paint toenails and french braid each others hair drink Colombian liquor, fall over couches, and break things.
Bright and early the next morning, after breakfast at the local diner, we went to mom and dad’s house to do some grilling and ‘shop’ around mom’s house/garden for things to decorate our apartments. At more than 70 degrees, the weather could not have been more perfect for Columbus day weekend, now if only it could hold out like this until next April, I would be a happy girl.
music: Jack Peñate – Pull My Heart Away
This weekend was movingpalooza, with K and W loading up 8 years of their life into a truck and taking a scenic (if you’re into rain/fog/low visibility) drive to their new sweet home chicago, and sissy moving as well. Saturday, ‘Essenpreis movers, shakers, fluffers, and decorators’ came up to help with phase II, and we spent almost the entire day schlepping and organizing. Three coffee runs, two apartments, and one very happy lady later, we were done, and it was time to chow down on homemade macaroni, sloppy joes, applesauce, and bacon infused cupcakes.
The next morning sissy, A and I went to brownstones, to enjoy one of the few patio days left, and scarf down more macaroni and cupcakes, which came in close second to the one mom made from scratch a day earlier.
The rest of Sunday was spent at a certain store that rhymes with Small-Fart, where I spent all of my savings getting cheap housewares and the influenza bug. I should have just stocked up in kleenex.
music: Fredrik – Alina’s Place