"I'M A LADY!" SUUUUUURE YOU ARE, MISTER!!!!
LOL....So we start off the adventures at the Wrigley-licious Cubs game with Megs calling a manly-looking usher "sir." "Excuse me sir, could you point us in the direction of these seats?"
She-man turned to Megs, and upon close inspection, it was wearing lipstick, but he exclaimed: "I'M A LADY!" Megs was all like, think what you want man, just tell me where the seats are. Well, we thought that anyway.
Some drunk Cubs fan on the train kept talking to us and an old lady. The scary part is that he referred to her as "babe" a couple of times. When asked where we came from, what we did, I essentially painted the following picture: megs and I hailed from San Antonio, Texas and were medical students at Loyola who did nothing but study day and night and never went out. Usually when I tell guys I'm from Texas, I use my honky accent, but I forgot to this time.
He started to talk about Jeff Foxworthy and how "hilarious" he is (I was mentally shaking my head at that opinion) and then he goes: "You know, redneck comedy, like from Texas where you guys are from." We laughed in his face. Then the old lady turns to us and goes "Good thing HE'S NOT A MEDICAL STUDENT!" Right on, "babe!"
I got home from class tonight to find that someone sent me tulips!!!
It was anonymous, but it had to have been someone that reads the blog. Whoever it was, THANK YOU. I was halfway messing around about wanting someone to send me tulips, but I TOTALLY appreciate them. The thought behind them is so sweet and thoughtful. Who doesn't like to know that they are being thought of?
On the way to the train station, I found my Garden State soundtrack in my mom's truck, I guess I left it there. I went to go put it in my C.D. case and she stops me..."Ay pon ese disco! Lo estaba escuchando y me gusto mucho!" (translation: "Oh, put on that disc! I was listening to it, and I really liked it!") I was like, WHA?!! Momma likes the Garden State soundtrack. Props to Zach Braff. Even my little Mexican mommy likes the songs you picked, bro'man. Dude, what if Zach Braff reads my blog? If you do read this, Zach, my friend Lilly says you're her babydaddy. Is that true? Do we have to take this to Maury Povich so she can point out the baby's nose and say it's identical to yours? Cause we'll do it. Well, write back.
Liz says she's going to ask for pearls on my blog because the secret santa person might provide.
Megs, thank you for coming to the game with me to look at pretty boys and drink beer and mai tais, I MEAN, to watch the baseball game and have a coke.
Krystian, Lizzle's friend, will you be my babydaddy? I feel left out, since Liz has Richard, and Lilly has Zach "the nose" Braff....I'M JUST SAYIN!!! ;p jk (this kid has no idea I exist, I'm just screwin around, relax.)
Ohhhhh I better zip it now...I'm getting delirious...or is it deliriom?
QOTD
"His ass is grass and I'm smoking it."
-Jewant. There is something about that sentence that strikes me as gay.-
[AT THE BALLGAME]
ME: But really, who drinks Old Style?
MEGS: People who have No Style!
[A LITTLE LATER AT THE BALLGAME]
Me: That guy is really good at catching.
Megs: Yeah, good at catching my eye!
She-man turned to Megs, and upon close inspection, it was wearing lipstick, but he exclaimed: "I'M A LADY!" Megs was all like, think what you want man, just tell me where the seats are. Well, we thought that anyway.
Some drunk Cubs fan on the train kept talking to us and an old lady. The scary part is that he referred to her as "babe" a couple of times. When asked where we came from, what we did, I essentially painted the following picture: megs and I hailed from San Antonio, Texas and were medical students at Loyola who did nothing but study day and night and never went out. Usually when I tell guys I'm from Texas, I use my honky accent, but I forgot to this time.
He started to talk about Jeff Foxworthy and how "hilarious" he is (I was mentally shaking my head at that opinion) and then he goes: "You know, redneck comedy, like from Texas where you guys are from." We laughed in his face. Then the old lady turns to us and goes "Good thing HE'S NOT A MEDICAL STUDENT!" Right on, "babe!"
I got home from class tonight to find that someone sent me tulips!!!
It was anonymous, but it had to have been someone that reads the blog. Whoever it was, THANK YOU. I was halfway messing around about wanting someone to send me tulips, but I TOTALLY appreciate them. The thought behind them is so sweet and thoughtful. Who doesn't like to know that they are being thought of?
On the way to the train station, I found my Garden State soundtrack in my mom's truck, I guess I left it there. I went to go put it in my C.D. case and she stops me..."Ay pon ese disco! Lo estaba escuchando y me gusto mucho!" (translation: "Oh, put on that disc! I was listening to it, and I really liked it!") I was like, WHA?!! Momma likes the Garden State soundtrack. Props to Zach Braff. Even my little Mexican mommy likes the songs you picked, bro'man. Dude, what if Zach Braff reads my blog? If you do read this, Zach, my friend Lilly says you're her babydaddy. Is that true? Do we have to take this to Maury Povich so she can point out the baby's nose and say it's identical to yours? Cause we'll do it. Well, write back.
Liz says she's going to ask for pearls on my blog because the secret santa person might provide.
Megs, thank you for coming to the game with me to look at pretty boys and drink beer and mai tais, I MEAN, to watch the baseball game and have a coke.
Krystian, Lizzle's friend, will you be my babydaddy? I feel left out, since Liz has Richard, and Lilly has Zach "the nose" Braff....I'M JUST SAYIN!!! ;p jk (this kid has no idea I exist, I'm just screwin around, relax.)
Ohhhhh I better zip it now...I'm getting delirious...or is it deliriom?
QOTD
"His ass is grass and I'm smoking it."
-Jewant. There is something about that sentence that strikes me as gay.-
[AT THE BALLGAME]
ME: But really, who drinks Old Style?
MEGS: People who have No Style!
[A LITTLE LATER AT THE BALLGAME]
Me: That guy is really good at catching.
Megs: Yeah, good at catching my eye!

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