I spent Saturday afternoon with Miss Valium. We hit the candy store, reckless records and a new vide game exchange that opened up on Broadway. I score big time with 3 Sega Saturn games still in original shrink-wrap for $10!
We also stopped for a bite at Chili-Mac’s, my #1 hangover remedy, where I proceeded to make a huge P-I-G of myself.
I spent some quality time curled up on the couch with “Mirror, Mirror” which I am completely in love with at the moment.
Later on Goth Chris calls for a night of drinking, but I refuse firmly on account of an early wake-up the next day for my trip to Madison to party with Jamie (formerly known as “The Babe”).
“I am not getting drunk tonight, Chris! There is no way!”
Goth Chris whines, whines, and eventually talks me into a movie instead.
So, later that night Goth Chris and I were getting high in the car on the way to see a double feature of Amityville Horror and House of Wax. Just about the time we reached the Grand Ave exit I had started to feel really baked. There was a series of wrong turns and “Wait ... where are we going?” that ultimately resulted in parking in the wrong garage, having to walk five blocks to the theatre and arriving late for the first movie.
With about an hour and a half to kill we storm through the crowds of drunken teenagers celebrating prom and make our way to Gentry, a fag bar that we used to hang out at when we both worked downtown.
Initially I pull the old “I am just having one drink” routine. Of course since Goth Chris knows most every fag bartender in the city, it wasn’t long before we were drunk out of our minds. Surprisingly, we had enough sense to leave on time to make the midnight show.
Of course, that little victory was short lived because when we arrived at the theatre we found they had cancelled the last showing of House of Wax in order to satiate the hordes of fat nerds and hippies demanding another screen be devoted to Star Wars Episode 3.
I wouldn’t have minded seeing Star Wars although seeing Paris Hilton bludgeoned on-screen was higher on my priority list. Goth Chris of course, wrinkled his nose at the idea.
Seeing as how we were already drunk we decided the more appropriate choice was to get the car and drive back to Boystown. Yes kids, drunk driving. Aren’t we the brightest duo on the planet? Luckily we made it to the Northside without any accidents or run-ins with the 5-0.
At this point the night gets fuzzy. I may have kissed a few boys. I may have dropped trou again on a dare. Anything you may hear outside of that, though – I vehemently deny.
In the immortal words of Whitney Houston...”Where da receipts at? SHOW ME DA RECEIPTS!”
And obviously, I never actually made it to Madison today as intended.
I suck.