LOST, FOUND, THEN HOMEWARD BOUND

My last night in Chicago started at Harry Cary’s Tavern across the street From Wriggles Field. I ventured in all alone at first because I was tired of sitting in the car. I ordered a shot of Jager and had a perfectly chilled martini while chatting with a local man at the bar. I was really enjoying my freedom from my “group” of guys I was with for two week straight. I am a very social girl and sometimes it is hard for me to be around the same people for too long, so conversation’s with strangers always help. The boys finally cam inside just in time for my second martini. I would have already gone into the stadium to get autographs, but we were meeting a client for food a drinks, so there was no time for the “fun” stuff. When we did finally make it into the stadium, it was jammed packed of people. At this point I already had a small taste of “freedom” and I wanted more. We found our seats and hung out for a bit, but then the boys took the client for a walk around the historic field. I saw this as my chance to escape. I wondered off back to the Captain Morgan bar down stairs and enjoyed a few more shots and another martini. I guess I lost track of time, or got wrapped up in meeting some one who claimed they were Garrett Jones, that I totally forgot that I was supposed to be hanging with my friends. I tried to give them a ring once of twice, but I was very distracted with an offer to go into the locker room area as the players were on the field. Now, weather or not this would have happen, I knew I had to get back to my friends. I went to where I thought the seats were, but they weren’t there. My next thought was to go back to Harry Cary’s because I am sure that they would know to look for me there. Sure enough, My friends found me and we said our good bye to the clients and headed to the hotel. We had to drive all the way to Milwaukee to sleep because we were catching an early flight out. I remember feeling the wind on my nipples as I hung topless out the side of the car, I remember singing at the top of my lungs, and I remember giving the driver an intense head rub… After that, there isn’t much more. My alarm went off at 7:30 the next morning and we were headed to the air port. I was lost, then found, then all of a sudden homeward bound. I slept the entire time on the flight home so it seemed to be a quick flight. When I landed I only had two things on my mind. PHO and WEED! The moment I acquired those two things, I was set for the rest of the day! I ate, smoked and watched movies until I passed the fuck out around 12. I am now headed out to the spa with the girls… I have a long weekend of partying to get ready for.