I was up all night on Wednesday. I figured that I would get a little sleep during the day, since I was planning on hanging out at my friend's pool yesterday. Nope. The weather was chillsville. We hung out, but could not go in the water. There was some Artic bullshit coming in across the Lake that was causing a scene.
Whoa is me. My life is so hard...I couldn't go swimming.
Anyway, we went out for some din din in the evening and decided to take a little cruise up to Evanston. We are super hungers at this point and are not thinking clearly. We find a spot to park and decide to take a stroll to find a place to eat, since the restaurant we thought looked cute actually wasn't. After several blocks, we see a cupcake place. Twenty feet away is a little Mediterranean joint. She's all "Let's just got here - plus, it's close to the cupcake shop". Good ol' T. I can always count on her to want to be naughty with the food.
Umm..by "naughty" I mean wanting to eat something decadent - not being pervy.
Anyway, in comes a huge ass storm. Fireworks, I tell you, that culminates in torrential rain when we are wanting to leave the restaurant.
We take a deep breath, I take my sandals off (ever try running or walking in the rain with heeled sandals? Not a pretty site.), and dive in. Yipes! It's like taking a cold power shower. After a minute or two, I am like "I cannot possible become more drenched."
We make it to the car and seriously need to put through one of these:
I remember my mom having one of these. Well not like this one; but a washing machine with a wringer. It was in the first house I lived in, though we also had a normal one. I know she had previously used it though. What a freaking pain in the butt. We are so lucky now. Can you imagine how cumbersome laundry was to do? We can at least dump it in the machine and walk away from it now.
We did not have one of these, so simply had to sit our soaked asses in the car and drive home. Don't think for a minute that we did not stop at Baskin Robins drive through (thru?) and get some ice cream though. Ladies still want their dessert, even when they look like drowning kittens.
I absolutely crash out after the adventure. I zonk out on the couch only to wait up, pert as a morning lark, at 3 am. Come on, dude. Give me a break.
Ah. Nell...the world seriously could use some Nell right now. I know I could. Is Gimme a Break on Hulu? I need to check that out.
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