Napoleon

I'm procrastinating making the 8,000 appetizers I promised because I am insanely hung over and don't want to do anything. Went to Alex's little farewell affair last night. Saw some high school boys I quite enjoyed catching up with. When Zoki walked in Anita said, "who's that guy? he looks like a russian figure skater." I can't stop laughing about that. Because he totally does.

Here's the trouble with throwing parties. I'm really good at it. And every time I have one I feel like the next one has to be bigger and better. And everyone expects it to be because I haven't let them down yet. It's too much pressure dudes. How can I top Kimbowl 2? I get all these hairbrained ideas and for some reason people overwhelmingly support me on them. Yesterday when I woke up I found 4 hundo in cash and Chad's bank card with a post it that had his pin number and "Go Wild." Muy muy dangeroso. Isn't he just the fucking greatest?

I think we have to go classy tonight. Suits, motown, and bubbly.

My machete contact fell through. It was a major bummer as I intended to get really into sabering in 2010 starting NYE. I wrote a distress email to everyone pleading they find a solution. But imagine that, no one could come up with one. Until yesterday.

Ryan went to the army surplus store and bought a motherfucker of a knife. Like bigger than Rambo's. I could cut down an oak with this thing. He saved New Years.

Nehow

I've stayed home sick the last few days and discovered our house phone rings a lot. So I listened to our answering machine for the first time since we bought it and discovered 13 messages from Drew, Maggie, and Volpe screaming/asking what the score to the Sox game (that we were at) was and demands for directions to the nearest Popeyes. Unbelievably hysterical.

Natural Disasters

I’ve blogged it before and I’ll blog it again, I would have sex with Andrew Bird anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Saw him last night at the Fourth Presbyterian Church on Michigan Ave. Absolutely terrific. 

Last night was our anniversary. We transitioned from dating an insanely long time to an obscenely long time. We went to my favorite restaurant in the whole wide world, Bonsoiree. Just go already, it is fantastic beyond reason.

I’m having a New Years party. I have 4 weeks to badger and debase Chad into buying ridiculous and absolutely excessive party favors. So far we have already invested in outdoor heat lamps and coupe champagne glasses for the most epic champagne tower possible. And, this just in, I have recently come into possession of a machete that I will definitely be using to do that crazy sabering trick. 2010 here I come. Everyone's invited.

My office feels like guantanamo bay right now. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I have heard the chorus to KC's "There Goes My Life" over and over and fucking over since 9 am. I honestly can't handle it. I am going to rip my eyes out.

4 inches and counting

You know you’re a true Chicagoan when your boyfriend gives you his hand-me-down heavy duty snow scraper and it’s the best present you’ve gotten all year.

First snow of the season. Puke. Here I come, 2 hour commute.