The Chi-rish weekend was a lot of fun. This year was a lot different because we didn’t go to the South Side parade, but was still fun. We went to a house party where they had a keg. I felt like I was back in college and it felt great 🙂 Thankfully the keg wasn’t dyed green. I hate drinking green beer. Something in my head makes me think it tastes worse, but I’m sure it’s just in my mind. Kind of like when Heinz tried to come out with different colored Ketchup…not my style!
After the keg we went to the bars. It was a long day of boozing. 10am until 10pm. I’m surprised I lasted that long. Good day, bad diet day! Stupid beer calories sure add up FAST…as you can see in my diet chart below. I did good all week and then on the weekend, I’m in the red big time.
On Sunday before heading back to Indy, I had to stop by one of my favorite pizza places in Chicago. Pequod’s Pizza. I had to fill my craving for Chicago deep dish pizza. I didn’t feel guilty at all about it either. DAMN that stuff is good.
CAUTION: GROSS ALERT
Also, when I got home this weekend, I found the house a disaster zone with dishes, pizza boxes and empty beer cans all around the house, I should have realized that was going to happen when leaving the boyfriend and his guy friends alone for the weekend and the big 10 basketball tournament going on. I walked in to find a jimmy johns wrapper all torn up in pieces in the kitchen. Max got into the trash. After biting my tounge and cleaning the place up a little so it could be liveable, I went to relax in my bedroom. As soon as I was dozing off to sleep, I hear Max hacking and it sounded like he was puking. I went to check on him and there was a HUGE, and I mean HUGE pile of puke right in the middle of the family room. Luckily for you, I didn’t take a picture of this one. He must have gotten sick off of something in the trash.
I went to the kitchen to get something to clean it up and by the time I got back to the mess, I found that Max (keep in mind he’s a DOG) had already went and got one of my boyfriend’s sweatshirts and put it on top of the pile. He then must have used his paws to scoot the pile with the sweatshirt on top of it into the corner of the family room. ARE YOU SERIOUS? What kind of dog does this?!? I’ve seen him do this before, so it’s not just a one time thing either. I know Dobermans are smart, but this is just brilliant. He’ll do anything to not get in trouble for making a mess, or prolong us from seeing something he did wrong. Also, as you may have guessed by the look of the house when I came home, of course the boyfriend slept through the entire thing. At least I didn’t have to clean up after him getting sick too.