Irish

This weekend was suprisingly entertaining due to the wonderful hospitality of my dear cousin Bo. I was awoken early Saturday morning to my mom telling me how Bo said that I should come up this weekend and go to this irish party with him on Sunday, because he has a few days off and he needs to know ASAP because we have to make reservations to get into this party. So not being one to pass up a party in Chicago, especially seeing as I didn't have a thing to do on the first couple of days of spring break. I kicked off the weekend by visiting the family up in Romeoville for an afternoon of eating and drinking while watching the Illini crumble in the face of a much better Wisconsin team. After family time was over I jumped on the train to Chicago where I met up with Bo and a couple of his buddies who were just as hospitable. We swung by a little pub to chat and warm up for the long day of drinking that awaited us the next day. After a rather impressive bar tab was conjured and the complimentary shots of jameson were in out bellies we decided its now time to call it an early night. the 7 am wake up call was not going to be greated with a smile if we were to stay out much longer. Once 7 am rolled around we were excited to get going, the goal was to be waiting at the bar at 8:45 so we could get a table and get all the party favors that we could. We are not sure if we did something wrong in the passed days or if we should chalk it up to plain bad luck, but we did not make it to the bar as smoothly as we would have liked. As we are in the middle of a transfer from blue line to red line spaulding realizes that she forgot her I.D. and needs to run back to the apt. to get it, but the reservations we had were in under her name. She said she would just jump in a cab and probably beat us there since we had a little bit of a train ride to the north side. We catch the redline train north and we sit there.... and sit there..... and sit there. An announcement states there is a delay and that they appreciate out patience. We are not very appreciative of their appreciation and after about 5 min. which Bo was convinced was more like 25 we all leave and hop in a cab as well. Having only 3 hours at this bar until they start charging us for drinks we needed to hurry to get as much open bar time as we could. Once we arrived, the madness began. 2 and a half hours of "free" jameson and cokes which i wonderfully lost track of later... i was in a rather blurred and happy mood. I called kyle soon after and he somehow knew exactly what I was up to, apparently I had called him earlier and talked for sometime. I, however, do not remember this at all. After we overstayed our welcome at that bar we went back to Bo and Becca's apt. for a wonderful spring drink-a-thon. As we all enjoy the weather and the suds a few of the guys decide to get mohawks and soon there after the cops show up. We were being a little loud and the old people surrounding us did not approve. They just said to keep it down a little and they just have to show up when called, it was really no big deal. Passed out at 7:00.
Overall a weekend that I will not soon forget. I thank everyone who was hospitable this weekend and thanks to all the people I met this weekend who made it so enjoyable.