Free as a Bird

It's raining, it's pouring, I spent the afternoon snoring. Well, not really. But I did enjoy and luxurious 5 hour nap. A little slice of paradise between 1000 thread ct sheets. Love it.

Revisited the age old Bloomington tradition of sake bombing last evening. A sea of brash/arrogant colts fans collided with hordes of out-of-place, out-of-luck chiefs supporters following the game, and downtown was bathed by the tide of drunken spectators. An excellent time to herd into Mikado and order shots. Round after round of them, in fact. Note: this is the beauty of these early games - afternoon dedicated to beer and the mesmerizing passing ability of a certain Mr. Manning to be followed by an early sushi attack. Top it off with a visit to our most notorious (and often frequented) watering hole, and you've got the recipe for one entertaining Saturday night.

A brigade of Chicagoans heralding from Kansas City made said game the reason for a brief, alcohol saturated road trip... their spunky poutiness somehow charming once their team was completely desolated by those in the blue and white. A makeshift slumber party went underway chez moi, with a certain female Chiefs superfan passed out betwixt my sheets and two stowaways dozing in my basement. My early morning efforts went completely unnoticed by all as I slipped away to my 8 am shift at the ATL. What can I say, God favors the hungover.

Oh my god, and I made cucumber sandwiches today. Mmmmm. Amazing.

Oh, and had classic run-in with anonymous (never caught his name. thank god.) douchebag at the bar who insisted we were some sort of destined/star-crossed lovers. (my words, not his) Grabs my hand as I search for my coat and drags me 3 yds away to insist, "You have to dance with me. I came here for you, baby" or some such blithering nonsense. Asshole. For once in my life, I did not simply smile/give the demure brush-off. I told him a) he was rude; b) a stranger - the audacity of physically yanking someone's arm before any sort of even remote introduction has taken place!; c) does that kind of thing normally get him any results? A sexy, healthy confidence is one thing, aggression is another. Or, to quote French Kiss, "Rude and interesting are not the same thing."

Interesting day-after roll-call to assess the damage of the night before. Lots of moaning and swearing off of alcohol... "at least for a while." Everyone else's misery only fueled my glorious superiority complex, as I realized that I was the only one out of 15 or so people who didn't have the need to guzzle a glacier and suck down a bottle of Advil. Bless these hangover-free Sundays - they are so rare.