I finally got to meet up with Ben and his friend I'll call T, because I'm sure he doesn't want name checked on this little blog here.
It was a great time. We got into the city late after seeing my friend Bdub, and met up with Ben just as the bars were starting to close.
For most people, that means "Time to go home". Unless you're me. Then it means "Find a bar that's open until 4." Which is exactly what we did.
Because it took so long for us to finally meet up with each other, I was pretty well loaded by the time I saw him. I almost want to apologize to them, because lord only knows that I am a force to be dealt with when I have a pushup bra and a blood alcohol level over that of zero.
It was the typical Chicago night, girls dancing on a stage making out, me going into the bathroom with all my clothes on, leaving with my shirt off and a hickey, me kissing everyone I saw and asking Ben if it was considered cheating if it was with a girl, you know, the normal shit you have to deal with when you give me tequila.
Despite all the debauchery, the best moment of the night happened at the end. All the cute little blonde girls in their cute little trendy outfits were pouring out of the bars and trying to hail cabs in shoes that were way too tall for them while trying not to throw up.
And then Ben said what is quite possibly the funniest thing I have ever heard about my city.
"I have never seen so many trashy women in one place."
And that is what he gets for hanging out with me.
Hopefully he comes back to visit so I can dance on the bar with him.