So, it's like 6 chicago time. I'm wide awake. We didn't go to the bars, but instead had a feast of pizza and 4 bottles of wine, between michael, elizabeth, and myself. yum. They're passed out in the other room.
Nothing overly stellar happened today. Went to city centre- CROWDED! Saw the prince marry camella. yay? I met up with the homeless old man who sings with the fake plastic mic. He saw me and kicked right into "I've got you under my skin"- he knows i love my frankie. We're like so tight.
It was a tad too chilly with a touch or six of rain, so i didn't get to do much people watching. Eliz didn't want to come into town with me because she didn't want to spend money. So... I was... alone. Hermit seems to be a good color on me.
We went to mass tonight, I ate eucharist and Elizabeth went bonkers. It's a catholic church, i'm a protestant. Weird how there is still "rules" about that kind of thing. It was fine back in catholic high school, but apparently not over here. She's got a dash of irish in her and that's a no-no in their book (her mom's from the emerald isle- which oldly believes green in a bad luck color... who knew?) Michael thought that the priest's eyes were going to bore through his soul. He thought the choir was going to break into "loctos dominoos" (aka, that jerk from KS's song... what was damien's real name, dawn?). We stood out. Elizabeth the alcoholic, Michael the "male" lover, and me the heathen protestant. We were like those monkeys "i see no evil, i hear no evil, i speak no evil" monkeys.
My blue boob is stretched out a bit. I think it's time for a blue boob replacement. But can I be so disloyal? I'm heartless. Too bad they cost 15 bucks.
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