Week Wrap-Up

So my life has primarily consisted of studying for the GMAT lately. Very boring indeed, however, nothing all that exciting really ever happened during the week before this whole studying experience came into play. I just have less free time. Amaya was and still is dealing with the after effects of Roderick's death. I told her that she needs to tell Renee that she can't take care of Reece anymore just for the simple fact that she can get some of her sanity back. She needs an outlet and going back to work would be perfect to get her mind off things. It's the exact reason that Renee is already going back to work, makes sense, right?

The upside of everything is that she's met some great people through this terrible experience. I'm almost sure that I will end up losing her to one of these guys. When you go through that kind of experience together, you share a bond that many people will never have together. That's just the way it is. And honestly, who am I? I'm some guy in Chicago without any significant attachment to her. It's tough to even be in the position of "out of sight, out of mind" when you've never been in sight, although, I guess my advantage is that I'm always in mind, at least, that's how it feels.

This weekend was Halloween. I dressed as some kind of Jack the Ripper fascimile. I have to say it was a bad ass outfit and I did the makeup myself. Although, what I found out is that girls aren't into the whole Jack the Ripper thing. It makes sense now, I wasn't really thinking when I started the whole thing. I guess it's one thing to be intrigued by the man surrounded with a little mystery and danger, however, it's another thing to dress as a guy who kidnapped women and ripped them apart with medical utensils. I found out it was better to say I was going with a period piece from the 18th century. Not really a character, but definitely a warmer response from people.

So my parents had the 100 year anniversary of the house Halloween party. It was awesome and my mom, as usual, went out of her way to make things above and beyond extraordinary. I really hope that one day, whoever I end up with will have the same creative mind that my mother has. I have it in some aspects but not in the same overall sense that she does. And my dad, although he doesn't have the same creative juices flowing, makes up for it in his ability for a stern work ethic and unparalelled kindness in which he never expects anything in return. It's actually really amazing when I sit here and think about it. He will do anything if you ask him and never bring it up ever again in the scoresheet fashion that so many people resort to. Well, a lot of their friends showed up to this event and it was fun. A lot better turnout than I thought and the best time I had all night.

I left there with Nick and Mike. We met up with Chris, Sarah (his gfriend) and my place where Pat took us part of the way b/c he had someone to go say goodbye to before he took off on Sunday for a year. I am sorry to see him go again so soon but that kind of travel is what makes him happy. Good for him. We went to a party to wish Stephanie happy birthday up in Wrigleyville. The party was definitely an I-just-graduated-from-college-halloween-party due that the main source of entertainment seemed to be the consistent games of flippy-cup. We stuck around there for awhile and took off to Life's Too Short. Let me just say one thing about that place... Holy Jock Jams, Batman! Did that music suck or what! I could only meet some many crazy drunk people before I sanctioned myself off in a corner with my brother. Even though he was dressed as soom goomba that night, he was actually the dark horse. He went back with one of the cutest girls at the place. He had a lot of competition and fended off the chotchy onslaught by playing it cool and she eventually ended up coming to him. Well played. I, on the other hand, had to entertain myself with smoking lots of cigarettes and watching other people act like idiots. I seemingly never remember myself acting like that, even when I was at my highest idiot partying point. Maybe that's my problem, not acting like an idiot more often. Well, my bro and Rich went back to the girls place for afterbars which I'm sure was a select group so I chose to wait for Nick. After I noticed more girls getting kicked out for being too drunk I decided it was my cue to head to even a more heinous place... Nick's Beergarden... Jesus Christ, man! What was I thinking? For someone who appears to have so much control while they're drinking, my brain completely faulters. More or less the same thing there just less people. Nothing was going on and Nick and I turned to each other and without saying anything, started laughing b/c wen knew that our night was in dire straits. All that ended up happening was being faced with a Spaniard that was way too drunk to talk about politics (a subject that he wanted to talk about). I let Nick take the reigns on that conversation b/c the only thing I could think of, b/w this asshole's rambling, was what kind of noise would he make if I inserted the bar stool he was sitting on into his ass. It was hard to take him seriously but I figured it was mainly b/c he didn't know what the hell he was talking about... well that, and it's hard to take somebody seriously when they're dressed in a Wizard of Oz monkey tights outfit. Jesus, what a shithead.

Ah, another 6:30 in the morning return, all for naught.