just found out there's a place in chicago where you can get 'chips' in a paper cup. hyperventilating.
my lady friend’s birthday is tomorrow and we are going to this french market over in the west loop to eat pastoral’s free cheese and champagne (gotta love ‘free sample day’.) anyways, taking a peek at the vendors on the market website and what do i see?
“I don’t really have drunk friends. My friends are kind of adult; they have a drink. But they hold their liquor. I think it’s incredibly embarrassing when people are drunk. It just looks so ridiculous. I find it very degrading. I think, ooh, you’re really degrading yourself right now, to be this pissed out in public.”—..and this year’s miz baby jane hudson wet blanket stuffy-ass bitch award goes to… Gweneth Paltrow!
didn’t realize that coke talk had her own advice column. have been reading past entries for the better part of yesterday afternoon/this morning and have been doing a slow clap after reading most of her responses.
When you’re around people you don’t know very well and you take the comedic leap and say something SORTA RACIST but really really fucking funny, and you’re like “okay this isn’t racist enough for people to think that I am actually a racist” and then nobody laughs.
went to this networking thing at a bar downtown over a month back and probably partied a little harder than you should at a networking event. met a few gross older singles with my girlfriend and basically have hilarious stories for later. this is what i do for fun because, well, it’s hella fun in it’s own way.
flash forward to now when photos have surfaced on the event’s site. i’m completely horrified because i’m splayed across most of the pictures looking absolutely crazy and yeah i don’t even know. not gonna apologize for being super fun.
and it’s really simple: gonna apply to proctor and gamble as an associate (read: Junior) manager. because how incredible, not to mention appropriate, would it be if somehow, just Somehow, i landed that position for pantene?
this is me having mad awesome daydreams right now about the endless amount of amusing situations, not limited to my old, tired, stupid excuse for a manager coming up with ideas, good or bad, and me getting to be all, “”that is terrible, we pay you for this?!” and ”you are helpless and inadequate in every way!”
going to get a chocolate milkshake because fuck it, everything is going wrong and the only way to soothe myself is with frozen delicious treats.
i briefly talked to dan about wanting to go get a large coldstone with cake batter ice cream, oreos, cake pieces, cookie dough, and then frying the whole thing like a fried ice cream, but instead using actual fried chicken skin vs. sugar and cinnamon. then realized that coldstone doesn’t even exist in chicago anymore to my knowledge. fuck everything, seriously.
so, went to this led zeppelin cover band last night at house of blues
and ended up at one of the VIP tables with several 55+-year-old men. it really just consisted of me drinking $50 worth of their beer and listening to stories of how they used to get super stoned in a ‘76 monte carlo listening to zeppelin. one of the guys was also a candy distributor for a living and kept making jokes about luring little children with candy.
and noting how nothing shocks us anymore. that one guy finally came out that he likes boys? snore, came to that conclusion on my own through fb about 4 years ago. she’s back with her old highschool boyfriend, but only on the sly vs. publicly? quaint, now let me get back to my stories on the tv.
i just… i don’t care. boring boring and more boring. happenings of this quality are pretty much the only thing that i can actually find of interest anymore.
here’s a bad-ass recipe for some hot cocoa with boozek. it starts off with your typical packets of swiss miss (because i’m lazy like that), but turns into something awesome. trust. here’s what you’ll need:
cocoa packets (i use two because i’m chunky)
2% milk (skim for me because i’m still trying to somewhat detox from the holidays)
good quality dark chocolate, around 70% cacao
mix the cocoa packet(s), 1-2 good size squares of the chocolate, and milk together and heat all that up in the microwave. once it’s warm, add in the kahlua. i use around a 2 second pour, but then again you may be more fun than me and want to use more. top it the whole thing off with redi-whip. ooh baby ooh baby.