Weekend laziness?

Some might say I was lazy this weekend for doing no studying nor writing about my would-be immigration plan. Those who were with me will know better, however.

Friday I hit up Durkin's for lots of boozing. I got the number of a gal who is 6'2". (Awesome.) The flaw is that now means I am talking to/dating 7 women right now. I am far too lazy for that kind of stuff, so starting this week I'm going to start lopping them off Biggest Loser-style.

Saturday I bummed around my place for a bit until I met Roy, Murphey, and the Neyer family at Brownstone for about 25 minutes (more on that in a bit). After having only been there that long, Brownstone is now on my crap list of bars. They were advertising a special of a $4 stadium cup of Bud Light. I was thinking it would be a huge cup o' beer, but it was only about 20 oz. OK, I thought to myself, I can roll with this. The cup was a plastic black model sporting a Texas Longhorn logo and the Brownstone logo on one side, while there was a collage of logos of the other bars owned by the same company on the other. I drop my $5 on the table and leave, and ask Neyer to bring the cup to me the next morning (more on that later, too). I find out later that day via text message that the bar then charged an EXTRA DOLLAR for the cup. It's not even very good! Fine, Brownstone, you want to play like that? You have made an enemy.

Next I was on my way downtown to meet a gal at a coffee shop. This wouldn't have been bad except that (1) the Red Line train I was on had tons of problems and was moving VERY SLOWLY and (2) we were meeting by the lake, where I was tromping through an ice storm with 30 mph winds. I spent so much effort trying to stay vertical and not fall that I didn't notice until I took my coat off at the coffee shop that my coat, gloves, and hair were covered in a thin sheet of ice. No joke. Anyway, it was a nice time and after talking for a few hours I took a cab home rather than subject myself to the elements again.

I was about to settle in to a DVD night like the dork I am, but not more than 15 minutes after getting home I get a call from Michelle inviting me to head over to eat chili and booze. I did so. That was a busy day.

Sunday morning, Liverpool played at 9 AM. I may be the only person in the city who subscribes to Setanta Sports at home, and I was set to stay home and watch the game except that Neyer had my cup from that crappy bar (I promised him that if he brought it the next morning I'd show up at Ginger's to watch the game). To think it was all because I didn't want to lug it to my date the prior day. Anyway, I weaseled my way to Ginger's. By the time the game was over at 11, Corey and Bryan also showed up, and we hoofed it to Finley Dunne's to watch football and drink some beer. That place is five times the bar that Brownstone is, by the way, mainly for not trying to bone their customers. We finally left at around 2:30, and I got the Sean Phelan special on my way home at TBH: a king pork burrito and an order of steak nachos.

Needless to say, I don't feel so hot today after this weekend.

This is a roundabout way of saying that for anyone who cares, my immigration post is going to have to wait until I have time to put it together. In addition, blogging is going to be light around here this week, as I am very busy with work, after-work activities (including the Wisconsin double header for LU), and studying for my FAP 1 exam next Wednesday. It's just a warning to not expect too much out of me until late next week.

Bar report - The Tap Room

After my date last night, it was only 1 AM. On my way home, I went to The Tap Room, located on Western at about 2250 North. It has an adjacent liquor store, just to give you an idea of its level of class.

Anyway, I'd always wanted to go there. Upon entering, every seat was full save for a few up front. Draft Miller Lites were $1.50, which is NICE. The crowd was entirely Mexican except for me.

Let me tell you about a Mexican bar: it's the only place I've ever been where an obese girl was the most popular one in the place. I mean, she had to be 3 bills, easy. At one time she had 4 guys talking to her (either that or they were orbiting her). It was quite the scene.

Anyway, the crowd sucked but it was very cheap and fairly close to my house.

Trip report - Atlanta

On Friday, Tony and I headed down to Atlanta to hang out with our real estate guys. Due to thunderstorms down there, all flights coming into and out of Atlanta were delayed. I managed to get on an earlier flight than I was supposed to, which was nice because the flight I actually got on left when my original flight was scheduled to.

So in the Atlanta airport at 9 PM and tired from a long week at work (and with 1.5 hours to kill until Tony showed up), I knew the only thing that would keep me going was to start drinking. I found the nearest bar (a Houlihan's) and lo and behold, they carried the Sam Adams seasonal brew on tap. That meant I got to drink some fresh Octoberfest, and boy, did I. After 5 22 oz. beers, Tony showed up and we left. After getting picked up, it was late so we hung out at the hotel bar that night for a while. Some beer and a double-shot of whiskey later, and I went back to the room to pass out.

We spent the next day driving around, checking out properties. We also found out that we were scheduled to attend dinner at a fancy seafood place (BluePointe), then go to a fancy club (Lotus, but be careful because the website makes noise) to hang out in the VIP section. Since I had no decent clothes with me, we stopped at K&G. What a place! I will always now go there for nice clothes. It's hard to describe, so I'll simply write that every guy should check it out. I now have a couple of fancy shirts with French cuffs and my own set of cufflinks. Needless to say, I'll only be breaking those out when I'm out to hide my flaws from the ladies.

Dinner was good, and at the club I got to drink some Moet. Let me tell you, now I know what Biggie was talking about! Some black chick also gave me her phone number, unsolicited. They ran out of Lite, which struck me as strange, so I had to switch to Bud. Anyway, living the high life was interesting.

The next day I showed up at the airport and was able to upgrade my flight to business class for $40. Since I was feeling like death and working on 4 hours of sleep, I took it.

Overall, it was another good trip to tha ATL.