Have just returned from marathon St. P weekend in the Windy City and enjoyed what seemed like the most glorious shower of my life. As yesterday's festivities ran from 8 in the morning until 3 in the morning, am quite spent. And mildly disgusted that I managed to spend so much money with nothing to show for it but several bar receipts and a series of suggestive text messages from my latest Random Bar Boyfriend who shall remain nameless. Suffice it to say that his first name is the same as Arnold Palmer's last, that's all I'm willing to divulge.
Spent the holiday dressed in what can only be described as Lost Boy Chic. Yes, I looked (quite unintentionally) just like Peter Pan in my hunter green tunic and belt, both of which spent a good portion of the day being doused in beer and are likely to burst into flames in my overnight bag due to such direct contact with SIN and REVELRY and MERRIMAKING.
Too exhausted to provide further details. An amazing weekend with amazing people.
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