"You should try 'Nature's Miracle' to get the puke smell out."

So Friday I went out with Brant to Burnham Bowl. Burnham Bowl is approximately 40 feet from my front door and is the epitome of Stallis townie hangout. We went in there and there were these bizarre Stallica types singing THE worst karaoke I have ever heard in my life. And I have heard some bad karaoke. There were a few metal heads, some ultra conservative girls, a few foriegn guys of questionable origin, two hipsters, a bunch of old timers and a gaggle of slutty types (but not the good kind... the Selma Bouvier desperation kind) and then me and Brant... however you can define the elitist, pretentious
tpes that we are.

Oh, but we had a merry time, drinking (High Life, what what!) and making fun of every single person in there. No one was safe from our scorn, including each other. Matt then came around, after 11 and joined us in the mirth making and it was a very good time, indeed.

Well, a good as a time as you can have at Burnham Bowl. However, both of them have since said they want to make Friday nights a regular occurance. The interesting thing is that NO ONE was bowling. Wacky, wacky stuff.

On Saturday, I organised a little sortie for Robin as she was in town for Easter and I felt she needed to go out. I went to dinner with her family (Jeni, Christina, Tom, Robin and her mom) to Thai Palace (oh god, Volcano Tofu, I would marry you if I could) and then we went over to Mo's Irish Pub and met up with the Merchants of Death (Guy and Eric) and Missie and Greg.

I started drinking a Smithwicks and took about a sip and a half and gave the rest to Eric. My stomach was just not feeling that good. Tom bought me a Irish Car Bomb because he said he owed me for my birthday, so I did the shot... blehhhhh. I was like, okay water for me! Robin was all chagrined and I snarkily informed her that while I chose not to continue drinking, she was welcome to it.

So she did. Boy, did she.

We went from Mo's over to John Hawk's Pub where we were pretty much the only people in the entire place. There, the beer was flowing and then the shots came out and my little friends got toasty. I was having a fine time with my water and stale popcorn and just watching the interactions. Eventually I went over to Jeni who was driving and was like, "ummmm... you think maybe it is time to cut these kids off?" and nodded knowingly at Robin, who was bent over backwards in uproarious laughter.

I went to collect her and she was like "Where are we going?! Where are we going!?" and Jeni told her it was a wonderful place... my apartment, to which Robin started yelling at us. As we went out the door, Guy ran over into the phone booth (which is like, an english style booth) and Robin grabbed my hand (I was at the back of the group) and with Eric, they shoved me into the booth with him. He and I sort of looked at each other and were like "Uh, okay?" as Robin crowed from outside "Now, MAKE OUT!!" and Eric blocked the door.

So there were some amusing pics taken, and then Guy and I tried to get out, and knock Eric out of the way, but he is a strong guy and the door didn't even budge. They eventually lost interest in trying to get us to make out and walked away, but the door was stuck and took both of us to loosen it.

Jeni drove us home and I made up a little pallet on my couch for Robin. After I was done, I went to get into my jammers and when I came out, Robin had gotten under the covers, faced the wall and closed her eyes but still proceeded to yell at me about going home "early" (even though it was like, 2 AM) and I told her to shut up and go to sleep.

I woke up early the next morning as it was Easter Sunday (in your FACE, Lent! BEST. LENT. EVER. I totally didn't cheat and lost like 15 lbs in the process. SWEET) and I walk out to the living room where I spy a piece of paper towel on the floor. Robin rolled over and I was like, what's up with the paper towel?

Turns out, she threw up in the middle of the night into her hand, but didn't manage to catch it all and threw up on my floor.

Gahhhhh! Damnit! It's brand new carpeting! I haven't even spilled on it yet and here she comes, Pukey Malone!

It's okay... I am just going to lord it over her a LITTLE.

So I drove her hungover ass back to Racine and then went to my parents house. I got there before them (they were at church) and put the Honeybaked ham in the fridge (I had to go buy it on Friday, it was a lot of shenanigans) and spied the deviled eggs. I LOVE deviled eggs and thought about eating one but as I pulled out the dish, there was a little note on it: "DO NOT EAT. THIS MEANS YOU." Well, I am not going to stand for this! So I wrote a little note back: "JESUS DID NOT DIE SO I COULD BE DENIED DELICIOUS TREATS."

My parents and I then watched six hours of Jesus of Nazareth but not before my dad went into the kitchen and started tinkering. He was making all this noise and my mom was like "what are you DOING?!" and I saw that he had the blender out and asked "What are you making?" to which he replied "Daiquiris"

Because nothing says "Christ is risen" much like strawberry daiquiris.

We then sat down to eat and my mom said "Well Nicki should really have to say a prayer because she didn't go to church." So I started in like "Oh, Lord! We thank you for the BOUNTY you have placed before us. Yea, you are so mighty in your GOODNESS and we are not WORTHY of such deliciousness.." when I looked up and saw my dad purple with laughter. The conversation was thus:

Nicki: WORTHY of such deliciousness...
Dad: (sniggering)
Nicki: what is the problem here
Dad: why in the hell are you stopping?
Nicki: why in the hell are you laughing?!
Mom: JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!?
Nicki: Oh lord, let me now apologise that we can't even get through a prayer to you without cursing or being blasphemous, even on the most holy of holy days...

I then went home and hung out with Matt for a little bit, going to get a late night Easter sandwich.

He's kinda cute. I might kinda like him.

Okay... that is a good update. I have to work on not slacking.

Beijos!