It's been a solid 20 days since I've last posted anything, but I warned you in my first post. This blog will probably die out eventually. I don't know if that's already started to happen, or if my life has been so boring that I haven't had anything to write about.

I've lately come to the realization that I have been drinking more in the past 4-5 months than I did when I first became legal at age 18. I've been going to the bar every weekend and spending money that I just cannot afford to be spending. I suppose this is all due to my quest to find a man, but in all honesty, I'm not exactly sure if I'd be interested in dating a male who frequently patrons and gets drunk at a bar. I'm mean, I'm looking for a more mature man, I think, one who likes beer but doesn't need to have it all the time. I think the only bar requenting male I'd be interested would be the one who serves me my drinks.

Last weekend SLM + guest went on a pubcrawl for my cousin's 18th birthday. Apparently this was the first time out to the bar for a lot of the young kids that attended this pubcrawl. One of the girls, barely 18, I would guess, decided it would be a good idea to wear an extremely short dress. She was wasted before we left the first bar and only got worse throughout the night. Not only did she makeout with her boyfriend at all times of the night, her dress rode up revealing her panties numerous times, and she didn't even notice! Well... maybe she just didn't care. If I wear a short skirt/dress/whatever to anywhere, I'm constantly making sure that I'm fully covered, even if I've been drinking. It kind of made me lose even more faith in the younger generation than I already have. It's a shame, really. I'm sure a lot of these girls might have had potential at one time or another. I hope her mother is proud.

Halloween

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Not because of the candy. Not because it's the only time of the year that I can tolerate children (only the little ones because they look so cute). It's because as long as you dress up, everyone looks equally ridiculous and no one cares. Like last year, I procrastinated on my costume shopping and ended up buying the first thing that looked kinda cute on me when I went last Monday. So I ended up being Little Miss Muffett. It was pink and slutty and made my boobs look huge so I guess it was acceptable. My costume this year was essentially the same costume as the one I wore last year, when I dressed up as a German beer wench, only with different colours. I'm all down for girls dressing slutty on Halloween. It's probably the one night of the year where you won't get judged for it so you might as well take advantage of it.

I was able to hand out candy to some lucky trick or treaters for about an hour or so. The most adorable kid ever came to the door. He was probably about 3-4 years old and he was dressed as the cat in the hat. If I ever have kids (god forbid) I want them to be just like him. His costume had a huge head piece that purposely tilted to the side so it through him off balance and he had to ask his mother to hold his bag of candy as he walked down the front steps. We had about a hundred trick or treaters overall which is about 95 more than we had last year. I'm still disappointed that we don't have as much leftover candy, but at least we still have a shit load of rockets that I can much on for the next couple of days. There were so many children in my neighborhood, that I drove like a grandma until I reached the highway on my way to Kylie's house.

In honor of the SLM's first official Halloween celebration, Kylie (being the good wife she is) made Larissa and I a delicious dinner consisting of borscht and perogies. It was fricking amazing. If you know me, you'll know that my favorite food is soup-I love all sorts of soup- so this was like a dream come true. Aside from the top notch entrees, she also made homemade oreo cookies. These things were huge, creamy and excellent. I may have had more than I would like to admit. These cookies were enjoyed while watching Hocus Pocus.

So 9:30 rolls around, and we figure it's time to head downtown to Ceili's where we're going to meet up with Kylie's friend Jenn for a fundraiser of sorts. We're getting ready to pull up to the bar when Kylie realizes that she's forgotten her ID at home. Not a big deal, we just pull a u-turn and go back to retrieve it. When we finally make it back to the bar, we leave our jackets in the car, even though it's cold out, because pain is beauty or whatever. So it's Larissa (dressed as a PVC covered, sexy/slutty/naughty nurse), Kylie (dressed as THE FLASH) and me, walking into this zombie themed irish bar. First things first, Larissa and I need a drink, so we walk to the bar and order some dirty hookers. Shots are $6.25 each here, and we are not impressed. That is expensive. It's more expensive than the expensive pub that we go to every weekend. So we figure if we wanna get drunk tonight we better start working it. So we mingle a little bit, and Larissa takes an interest in spanking a man's monkey. Kylie is off wandering with Jenn somewhere. All of a sudden, out of nowhere comes a Michael Jackson. He is pro. He is around the time when Michael's just started bleaching his skin so it wasn't pasty white, it was a nice tan, and he had his new nose. This guy is sticking to character. He just walks around the entire bar and keeps to himself. It was hilarious. Speaking of hilarious, a bit later on in the evening, we hit the dance floor. L points at the window with a confused/shocked look on her face. Upon inspection, I learn that there is a man just outside the bar picking fights with the bushes. We probably stood there for a good 10 minutes watching this man be angsty as he crossed the street and fought with the bushes on the other side. Even the DJ is laughing at this man.

We proceed to go to O'Byrnes in hopes of seeing a hot bartender in a toga. Much to our dismay he seems to be off. After a moment, the sadness has passed and the night continues on. We meet up with Kenny the carebear and co. for a Burt Reynolds, which is surprisingly enjoyable. We entertain some older gents for a few moments and a couple of drinks. Larissa asked Jesus to forgive her sins and he said "Not a chance." We also met Kanye West who apparently hasn't learned his lesson since the VMA's. Larissa also found an albino inflatable dolphin, whom she gifted to Buzz Lightyear. Our favorite bouncer seems to remember our uncanny need to randomly play "moosehands" in the bar and once again joined us again in our game. We are feeling relatively jolly when we head out. Larissa wants to take full body shots of our costumes when we get back to the car. This apparently means "pretend to be a 1950's pinup girl and climb on the hood of the car." Unfortunately, my ideal pose was unsuccessful since my tights left me unable to climb onto the car the way I wanted.

Overall, I would rate the night an 8.5-9/10.