Almost a no drama weekend

This weekend for the most part was incredibly relaxing. Got out of work early on Friday. Got ready and drove to Michigan later that night. My roommate and I stopped at Exit 34B Michigan City which I always do to go to Meijer to buy a bunch of things for the weekend. My first time at a Meijer was 2 weeks prior to that and I don't know what it is about that place, but I always end up spending way too much each time I go. Afterwards, we went to this bbq wings place just right next door so Jarm could get something to eat and I could grab a drink. The place was packed. I had just got my drink and realized that all of these people probably did the same thing weekend after weekend. Hung out at the same couple places, saw the same people all the time. Wow, that sucks.

Don't get me wrong, there's something comforting in all that if that's your thing but I wouldn't be able to handle that. Maybe more the fact that after awhile, I think I rub people the wrong way, especially b/c I'm a real bad actor when it comes to faking that I like people. All the guys in this place looked exactly the same too. Sort of bloated with bad farmers tan, crew cut and some kind of facial hair. Their manneurisms and the way they carried themselves were all exactly the same. We had this server who was incredibly gorgeous in the face, she really needed to gain about 15 lbs to be the whole package though. I could have blown this girl over with a sneeze if I wasn't careful. But she had the look that didn't match her surroundings at all, more of a sophisticated, modern look with a little rocker mixed in. She was young but not that young. I was sitting there thinking to myself, "What the hell are you doing here? You really can't live here. This has got to be a summer job". Well, for her sake, I hope so.

There was this other woman who was at the table across from us. She was maybe in her late 30s but hot nonetheless. Unfortunately, she was not in the same situation as the server. She was tied down to the badly aging neanderthal to her left. I felt so bad for her, she didn't look like she was having a good time at all. There was a couple that was their company and all 3 had smiles on their faces except for her.

I wonder what makes people basically give up on life? Maybe that wasn't her situation but just by looking over there, her presence in that company made me feel awkward enough to think that. What is it though? Maybe it's the typical stuff... unexpected pregnancy, priorities in the wrong place, got tied down to the wrong guy, close knit family, etc. I don't know, sometimes you look at people and think you don't belong here, what could have happened?

Well, Jarm and I finally got up to the lake house. Swifty was already waiting for us. We drank over at Chris' and then started in with the Mexican Dominoes. For those who haven't tried this game, please go out and buy it now. It takes little thought and is tons of fun. So much fun that we ended up playing it until about 3 am.

I woke up the next morning at 10, caught a little bfast. Swifty and I swung into St. Joseph's really quick to find some beach toys and stuff. There was a nice little boardwalk, small stores district in St. Joe's which was a little surprising. After we got our things, we went back and headed down to the beach with the compadres. We played some football and then some games in the water. The lake was unusually warm, no complaints here. Then we got into the Mexican Dominoes, which pretty much dominated the afternoon. Luckily, we brought down a couple coolers of Corona b/c it's not a short game by any means but a great game if you're just hanging out at the beach all day.

That night involved watching the sunset, bbq'ing, lots of boozing (do I even have to say that) followed by a game of Left-Right-Center in which I dropped $15. Stupid game.

Very chill and just what I needed for a weekend.

Jarm and I came back to Chicago on Sunday afternoon but not after stopping off at Meijer and picking up my own version of Mexican Dominoes. The next task was to invite people over to play for later that afternoon. We got my brother, Lauren and her friends, Shelby and Reed. So we're playing on our rooftop. This guy Reed starts to act like a bitch b/c he was losing. And not even by that much. I tried to explain to him that within a couple rounds he could be winning but he didn't want to hear it. At the end of one of the rounds, we asked how many points he had and he said he wasn't even going to count them. I just wanted to say, "Listen fucker, if you say you're going to play a game, then come over and play it, don't be a bitch, especially when you're over at my place drinking my fucking alcohol". His girlfriend was right there and I really was hoping that he didn't usually act like this around her b/c I don't know too many women that would put up with that.

So then all of a sudden Shelby wants to go get something to eat. She has to have Weiner Circle and I'm saying to myself, you have to be fucking kidding me. That place is a drunk eat place and as most normal people know, you don't eat at drunk places in the middle of the day b/c the shit doesn't typically resemble what you recall after a fifth of vodka, it's typically a lot worse. So we offered to order food in b/c everyone was hungry but she wasn't having it. This chick decides to hold up the whole game while her and her bf, Reed, drive into Wrigleyville, during the Jimmy Buffet concert mind you, to get her ass a fucking hamburger. As soon as they left, I sort of left Lauren have it to let her know her friends were being ridiculous.

So check this out, an hour goes by and we finally get a call. Lauren starts the "OMG!!! What?!?! What happened???" Yeah, this Reed guy decides to break up with Shelby on the way to Weiner Circle. Granted, he just moved in that weekend. So Lauren's trying to talk in the phone and all I'm yelling is "So does this mean you're not coming back to play?" So not only do these two hold up the game for an hour, they're not even coming back to finish what they started. Maybe that's cold, but once you play this game, you'll understand.

And here's the grand finale. This Reed guy broke up with her b/c he felt that she wanted Jarm. So in the entire 1.5 hours that we were playing, out of the fucking blue, he decides that she wants my roommate. There's not much interaction in this game either so I can't even begin how he came to that conclusion. True, there was the friendly talk and getting to know each other stuff but if he based it on that, then what's to say that Jarm didn't want him? Situations like that kill me.

I told Lauren that I didn't know that her two best friends were both bitches which didn't go over too well. We spent another hour looking for 2 other people to play. During that time, there was a party on a rooftop a couple doors down. I had noticed it before but didn't realize the true magnitude of gayness until all the guys started taking their shirts off and dancing all over the place. That's right, 15 guys no shirts + 3 girls no shirts off = major league sausage fest and I think they were singing along to Garth Brooks. At that point is where I felt myself regurgitate a little Taquito from the night before. Well, Lauren decided that she was going to show them how to have a fun time. She gets up on this plastic chair, flashes them twice and goes for a third time when she suddenly loses her balance. Now this was great b/c it was probably the slowest fall I've ever seen but she managed to hit everyone of her body parts on the table on the way down... elbow, shoulder, boobs, face, knees on ground, then hip splashing ranch sauce everywhere along with cream cheese jalepeno poppers. I guess the worst part is the Jarm, my bro or myself really could have jumped in at any point but I think we really just wanted to see how it was going to turn out. At each point where a different body part hit the table or ground in slow motion, I thought she was going to catch herself. Well, we all bet wrong and afterwards, in her pile of poppers and ranch was one upset woman. Of course we were dying hysterically as well as the guys a couple doors down. I think she was more embarrassed than anything, although, she's still complaining about her boobs, knee and elbow as of a few hours ago.

So back to finding our prospects. We searched long and hard and came up with the bottom of the barrell. We found Bridg and the Barber of Seville. This is what we call 70s Jungle Bush girl now. So those two came over and were as entertaining as watching a bathtub drain. The Barber of Seville literally, and I'm not even exaggerating, said less than 10 words the entire time she was over. But then the Kleenex kept making an appearance and it all started to make sense. Of course, knowing the answer, I had to be a dick since they were annoying me... "so, little warm out today for colds, what's going on?" The response, "oh, we were partying until about 10:30 this morning". Translation, they were caught in a blizzard, but not the kind that makes you cold, if you know what I mean.

Those zombies finally left around one and I got a good night's sleep.

Monday involved little movement. I did travel to the couch at one point but decided that my bed was going to be the way to go so I retreated back to my boudoire. Lauren and I went to see Red Eye early that evening. What was I thinking agreeing to go see a movie I had no idea what it was about? Yeah, it was terrible and a waste of my $30.

I'm still waiting for my new company to complete my background check. When are they going to finish? I can't wait to get the hell out of dodge.