Ladies, that was a top night...

So you thought I would forget.... Oh hell no, I am here for my monthly post. This one is a good one, for those two people who read this blog.

So Saturday Funday as I like to call it was especially that this past Saturday in fact the weekend was an over-all success:

Friday night BM and I had quite the lil' lezbo date, dinner and Dream Girls, tame yes, but it was in preparation for the almighty of Saturdays.

Saturday started bright and early, when I awoke at 9 am as instructed for a day that would top all days. Unfortunately I forgot in my friends language 9 am actually means 10:30 am so don't hold your breath. Once we all assembled, kc, bm, abi, erin, & I (a full carload) headed out estate sale-ing (yes that is a word, I made it up). Off to the burbs we went in kc's corolla ready to wheel and deal. And that we did, we bought coffee tables, end tables, a sweet 60s dining room set, all of which we had to come back to pick up. Then it was off to IKEA (aka broke 20 somethings guide to decorating) where we picked up the essentials (which for me totaled $125.00 youch). Satisfied we headed back into the city for a full night ahead of us.

Saturday night started with bm and myself watching a little Reality Bites, while getting gussied up for the one and only Rilo Kiley. We of course were running 30 minutes behind as we headed north armed with lots of vodka to Abi's dog sitting house which we would call home for the next 14-16 hours. 2 drinks in we were headed (mind you a bit late) to shake our money makers (bm will love that one) to Rilo. Upon entering BM (who we will call BM gangsta from now on) was asked to surrender her MASE to a security guard so she wouldn't pepper spray a bitch up. The nice security guard said he'd hold onto it for us till we got out. Rilo Kiley was amazing I heard my two favorite songs which was awesome! We drank a few beers at the Riv (the Rivera Theater) and toasted to a top night ahead of us.

That it was, on arrival at Carol's Country Music Bar on Chicago's Northside (yes country yeehaw) I felt like I was home back at Finn's Old Waldo and in my element. After some booty shaking on the dance floor we took a drink break where we met a host of characters. There was Radiohead Boy who told us his favorite band was Radiohead (while wearing a Radiohead teeshirt) I can guarantee he didn't even know one song. Our nice Native American Friends saved us from Radiohead boy when we started talking to them. Their 68 year old grandpa (who I insisted didn't look a day of 35 (told you I was in my element) were all around good people.

On my way to the bathroom a table of oh so cute boys caught my eye. After sending BM to scope it out (which she did so eloquently by saying: "my friend told me to scope out the table of hot boys which I guess is you") I took my seat next the bachelor (it was his party apparently). BM would later claim I held court at this table, the men all listening to me (blame it on the name Elizabeth is common among the monarchy). The boys and I laughed, danced, maybe shed a tear or two. We shared our favorite writers and more. They were from Cincinnati and boy were they a good time (except the ones that BM found out later were training to be ultimate fighters)! After being beckoned home by the evil BM I left the table with hugs and kisses like we were old friends.

After a restful night it was off to u-haul to pick our mid-size truck (hence why my mom called it the lesbian weekend) which actually turned out to be an f150 which we totally dominated (or so we thought). The u-haul is always an interesting place, but this one had crack heads and a guy wearing a sombrero and drinking a beer shirtless with a belly (which I later found out it was Mexican Independence Day so he had reason to celebrate) needless to say we got the truck and headed to retrieve our new furniture from the estate sale the previous day. We drove past the cars on a stick from Wayne's World and ate some taco bell, it was glorious. Angel the guy at the u-haul scared the crap out of bm and I when we returned the truck only to have him literally throw the truck in reverse and fly into traffic nearly killing a crack head guiding him out, all so we could fill it up with gas. At least we were done.

Lastly it was off to dinner with Mike, while I waited outside the bar (for another habitually late person in my life) a strange little leprechaun of any Irishman snuck up right behind my ear to tell me I was "gorgeous" before fake fighting the bouncer and making these weird sounds... I do not make this shit up people.


All in all it was a top weekend. Pics to come.