Chicago Shenanigans

I am home from Chicago, safe, sound and hungover.  My weekend with Jenn was wonderful, and meeting up with Random Esquire made it even more fun.  I feel like I ate and drank my way through Chicago, but damn, it was worth it!  So … before further ado, be sure to check out Random Esquire’s recap – and even a few pictures!

Friday night Jenn, RE and I spent well over four hours having dinner, drinking and talking.  While it was my first time meeting RE in real life, we got along as if we’ve known each other forever.  I loved that … everything was comfortable and there was no awkwardness – very much like my time spent with Jane Wonder in Vegas.  So … of course, if you read RE, you’ll see that my very best friend Jenn, who knows me like the back of her hand, had warned RE ahead of time of what I like to think of as “QT-Ism’s”.  Just odd things that I find particularly funny, or “off” things that I do, say, or happen to laugh at.  One of which, admittedly, is when someone falls.  If someone stumbles, trips or takes a spill?  I’m paralyzed by laughter.  To the point of tears, hiding in corners because I’m laughing so hard, or simply having to hang on to someone because I’m laughing to the point of hysteria.  And sure enough, Jenn took a spill, right in front of me.  I immediately turned around, ran into some random doorway – leaving RE to help Jenn get her purse and help her up, and laughed my ass off.  It took me a long period of time before I was even composed enough to ask if she was alright, did she hurt herself.  Jenn, God I love her, forgave me for my incessant laughing and laughed herself.  RE managed to not look mortified at my undignified behavior and off we went to another bar for some more drinks.  Later that evening, we were standing outside saying our goodbye’s when a girl fell trying to get into a cab.  I immediately, of course, started choking with laughter and this time, so did Jenn and RE.  Now let me point out I don’t do this to be rude.  I don’t do this to make fun of someone, I don’t do this for any other reason that I find it … simply sidesplitting funny.  I believe, after much analysis, it’s the noise people make when they fall.  The “OOOH!” in a high pitched surprised voice.  Or the “OOOFF” when they hit the ground.   ….   I can’t type.  I’m laughing too hard right now.  Must. Take. Break.

Saturday night we met RE and this time, Besos was there too.  It’s quite clear by RE is chasing this Latina woman.  Wooooooooooooo woo.   We spent the evening dancing to 80’s music, doing shots, eating, talking and quite a bit of laughter was had by all.  Somehow our conversations came full circle to speaking of sex, porn and … sexual things.   When it was suggested we go to a “Gentleman’s Club” we all agreed wholeheartedly.  (And RE, I disagree with the word “coax”.)  We found our way to what we thought was a simple strip club, but low and behold, before I could even get in the door RE grabbed my arm and said no way, we’re outta here.  <laugh>  So we headed out for more drinks.  At this point, had been joined by more people we had met that evening, and we all sat down for drinks.  Someone asked how we knew each other, I told them Random Esquire was my attorney.  They all looked confused when RE said loudly enough for the whole bar to hear … “Did you call your parole officer before leaving the state?”  I blinked, blinked again, looked confused and said “Well.  No, no I didn’t.”  I left it at that and because smoking is ALWAYS a grand idea when I’m that drunk, went outside to give myself toxins that are bad for my lungs.  I learned, in reading RE’s blog, that while I was gone it was told to the group that I was on parole for stabbing my ex-husband.  STABBED HIM but didn’t kill him.  And RE was my attorney for that case.  So while I’m outside this group of people fly out of the bar and make for a cab like their ass was on fire and the cab held water inside of it.  They barely waved in my direction and jumped into the cab.  And now that I realize I’m a stabber on parole, it makes sense.  At the time, it was quite confusing.  Now, it’s just quite funny. 

After this we met another couple of people and Jenn, RE, Besos and I, in addition to the two newcomers head to a late night bar where alcohol is served into the wee hours of the morning.  Man do I love Chicago.  More drinking, laughing and talking.  RE and Besos decide it’s time for them to head home, and Jenn and I sent them both off with hugs, promises and more hugs. 

The weekend, was perfect. Oh and RE?  I’m not ready to cut my fingernails.