johnstephenking (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johnstephenking) wrote,@ 2009-10-26 14:18:00 |
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I don't recommend flying hungover.
I'm currently at about 35,000 feet on my return flight. The weekend in Chicago was definitely a whirlwind trip, especially Saturday.
Friday, I got to the city around Noon, ate lunch and headed over to my friend's place where I was staying. I had invited some Corn folks over to hang out, but it ended up not happening. Instead my friend and I went to the cocktail bar on his block and had drinks. He's a regular and the bartenders know him by name. I had three drinks my friend had five, I think. He was drinking beer, I wasn't. Anyway, we only had to pay for three of them, which was nice, especially since I was drinking $10 martinis.
Saturday, I headed up to my old neighborhood to meet a friend for lunch. I wandered around a bit. Not much has changed. It kind of felt like I never left. Later that evening I went to see another friend in a show, which was hilarious. I had a drink with her then headed into Lakeview to catch the Belmont Burlesque Revue at Midnight. There were some seating mix-ups, and I ended up having to watch the show standing from the side, but it was still a good time. It was nice to see my friends again that are in the show, one of whom will probably be commenting on this post eventually. Afterward, I went to the bar with them. Unfortunately, I could only buy one drink because the stupid ATMs (I tried three) were have service problems, and the bar only took cash. I still had a good time, but it was annoying.
Sunday, I had lunch with my oldest brother and his wife who are living in the city due to school. I took them to a Spanish Tapas place that I used to go to after work sometimes with friends from my first Chicago office job. They liked it, and I was definitely in the mood for it, since it had been so long since I ate there. I went over to their place after lunch for dessert and to visit a bit. Then, I went back to the apartment, took a nap, played some SNES, watched some MST3K, and just relaxed until my friend got home from work later that night. Then we went back to the cocktail bar on his block. There was only one bartender, the staff had all gone home, and there were no customers. I made the mistake of not drinking beer, because I could have kept track of my actual alcohol consumption. Instead, I had a couple of chocolate martinis (which were awesome), and the bartender loaded them and put a lot into the shakers. Oh, and we did a shot of bourbon. I got hammered.
This morning I had to wake up much earlier than I would have liked, with one of those queasy hangovers. I hate those. That of course made the train ride and flight take-off fun. And, now I'm up here posting, and I'm probably going to have to shut down soon.
All in all, good trip, just too short.
I'm currently at about 35,000 feet on my return flight. The weekend in Chicago was definitely a whirlwind trip, especially Saturday.
Friday, I got to the city around Noon, ate lunch and headed over to my friend's place where I was staying. I had invited some Corn folks over to hang out, but it ended up not happening. Instead my friend and I went to the cocktail bar on his block and had drinks. He's a regular and the bartenders know him by name. I had three drinks my friend had five, I think. He was drinking beer, I wasn't. Anyway, we only had to pay for three of them, which was nice, especially since I was drinking $10 martinis.
Saturday, I headed up to my old neighborhood to meet a friend for lunch. I wandered around a bit. Not much has changed. It kind of felt like I never left. Later that evening I went to see another friend in a show, which was hilarious. I had a drink with her then headed into Lakeview to catch the Belmont Burlesque Revue at Midnight. There were some seating mix-ups, and I ended up having to watch the show standing from the side, but it was still a good time. It was nice to see my friends again that are in the show, one of whom will probably be commenting on this post eventually. Afterward, I went to the bar with them. Unfortunately, I could only buy one drink because the stupid ATMs (I tried three) were have service problems, and the bar only took cash. I still had a good time, but it was annoying.
Sunday, I had lunch with my oldest brother and his wife who are living in the city due to school. I took them to a Spanish Tapas place that I used to go to after work sometimes with friends from my first Chicago office job. They liked it, and I was definitely in the mood for it, since it had been so long since I ate there. I went over to their place after lunch for dessert and to visit a bit. Then, I went back to the apartment, took a nap, played some SNES, watched some MST3K, and just relaxed until my friend got home from work later that night. Then we went back to the cocktail bar on his block. There was only one bartender, the staff had all gone home, and there were no customers. I made the mistake of not drinking beer, because I could have kept track of my actual alcohol consumption. Instead, I had a couple of chocolate martinis (which were awesome), and the bartender loaded them and put a lot into the shakers. Oh, and we did a shot of bourbon. I got hammered.
This morning I had to wake up much earlier than I would have liked, with one of those queasy hangovers. I hate those. That of course made the train ride and flight take-off fun. And, now I'm up here posting, and I'm probably going to have to shut down soon.
All in all, good trip, just too short.
