Riding the bus with my sister

This entry is the wrap up of the story of my exhausting weekend, not a
review of the awesome TV movie "riding the bus with my sister"
starring Rosie O'Donnell as a special needs woman who rides the bus
around all day and has sex with a hot special needs guy, shops for a
toilet seat, and encourages her tight ass sister andie McDowell to
live life to its fullest or some shit like that. After all that
buildup I bet you wish this entry was about that movie, sorry.

So, Saturday I went to this bbq where I got entirely too tipsy on bud
light limes and some secret potion the hostess made which tasted like
liquid candy. Yummers. I also ate way too much meat and got rained on
several times. Then Stacey and juanna went back to juanna's place and
I started a career on guitar hero but was so out of practice I
couldn't get past that fucking first level poison song. I blame Bret
michaels and his skanky ass weave, I can't hear poison anymore without
involuntarily gagging at the thought of him. (speaking of skanky ass
weaves, I am soooo glad that freak Susie went home on SYTYCD. But
marquis was robbed, both thayne and Chris have the personality and
looks of a ken doll. Barf.)

So then on Sunday, Stacey, juanna and I had tickets to the brewers
game, and we decided to take advantage of the zim's shuttle instead of
driving all the way over to the stadium and taking the shuttle from
sob's. (this also worked out in my favor because it meant I could have
a delicious bloody mary. As regular readers of my blog will remember,
the sob bloody mary is a hot tranny pickle juice mess.) I did partake
of not onw, but two amazing bloody marys, and as noted here, zim's is
my new fave place to enjoy a tasty bloody. And the ride to miller
park on the shuttle was lovely, it was not crowded, and we had a mini
dance party to one of my fave new songs, damaged by danity Kane. (do
you have a first aid kit??)

The game was good too. Prince hit two home runs, my bestie Corey hart
hit another, and the large gaggle of chaches that usually have the
seats next to us were less of a gaggle and less chachy overall. The
guy sitting next to me was downright friendly, and kept making
predictions about what would happen next. He called prince's first
homer and I began to wonder if he had come from the future to net on
sporting events like Biff from BTTF II. I also overheard the girl next
to him talking about how she had been named entertainer of the month
at her job. My inkling that she may be a stripper was confirmed when
she started telling stories about the champagne room. I quit listening
at that point, I got my fill of the champagne on my visit to boxers
and briefs. (jk! Roflmao!)

Sadly, the good times would not continue. Right after the game ended
it began to rain. Normally this would not be such a bfd, cause sob
runs two shuttles and you usually don't have to wait more than 5
minutes at the most. One of the reasons we decided to take the zim's
shuttle is cause literally every time we have walked out at the end of
a game the zim's shuttle has been sitting there waiting. It makes
sense since they only one shuttle and it's a 15 min ride back to the
eastside they should be there at the end of the game to collect
everybody, otherwise people will be stuck waiting. Well, in case you
are a moron who has not figured out where this story is going, the
zim's shuttle was not there. The rain wasn't that bad at first, and I
had huddled up against this mini bus that was parked with no one in it
and was not even getting that wet. Then it began to POUR. And the bus
driver arrived and I had to move. At that point, it was raining so
hard I couldn't open my eyes cause I was afraid my contacts would wash
out, seriously people, serious.

I had my brewers jacket, so at least my shirt was semi dry underneath,
but Anna was just soaked. She was wearing an light green skirt
(because we had made fun of her for wearing jeans to the tailgate last
week and the bbq on Saturday. Bet she regrets caving to peer pressure
now) and it got so wet it looked like a dark olive color. We finally
decided to just get on the next shuttle that came and take a cab to
zim's from wherever we ended up. Strangely enough, that shuttle was
from sob. We are destined to be one with sob 4evah I guess. We
eventually got a cab and made it back to zim's and when I got home I
put on flannel pjs, collapsed in front of the TV, and watched speed on
some random movie channel. Which is one of those movies you forget is
actually really good. And it reminded me of how I saw it on the day it
opened way back when with an old friend I have not thought of in
forever. Which was a good thing. (the remembering was a good thing, not the forgetting.) Shout out to Jerry, wherever you are.

In other news, I love when I forget I ordered something online and I
get home and there is a package waiting for me, word.