Sunday, September 7, 2008

Life is a party

I spent last night with a bunch of girls in the city doing a bachelorette party old school style. We all met up at the bride's house to park and then went together to Cesar's, home of the killer margaritas. Let's not fail to mention that the Guiness Oyster fest was going on about 2 blocks from her house. Also, I passed by about 3 or 4 different block partys. Suffice it to say, finding parking was a horror of horrors. Now I am by no means a city girl, and driving to the city by myself is a big feat. Driving by myself in these conditions is like a different version of the show Man vs. Wild, but more like Sam vs. City. I drove up and down the streets trying to figure out what to do. Of course, my hormonal pregnant body cooperated by sending me into a tizzy of tears as I tried to find a spot to park, passing by spots too small, and inflatable jumpers blocking huge sections of street parking. Finally though, I spot a guy leaving, hooray! I'm pumped, but to my dismay, there are five cars behind me that will have to suffer through the atrocity that is Sam trying to parallel park. As luck, or God would have it, I back right in, and do one correctional adjustment. I ended up about 5 blocks away from the house, but I FOUND A PARKING SPOT AND PARALLEL PARKED IN THE CITY BY MYSELF! We were only an hour and a half late for our reservations to Cesar's. After taking the brown line, which was interesting with a bunch of us suburban folks, we walked about 10 blocks?. (Half the ladies didn't know how to buy a pass and insert it through the turnstile.) We did end up at the home of the killer margaritas, with yours truly unable to join in the drinklicious festivities. I had a sweet tea and a burrito bowl, and tons of delicious chips and salsa. After a couple of hours we headed back the other direction. We had a good time,and it took me an hour and a half to drive home due to crazy traffic at 11:30 at night. My ankles are a bit sore, but we had fun! Good times for all. I think the party continued after I left, as they were opening gifts and going out to a bar afterward. I figured the pregnant lady should head home for some much needed sleep. I was right.


Hendryx2003 said...

You're funny. All of those things are reasons we didn't move back to the city after LA. We just couldn't handle it anymore! I'm sure it meant a lot that you were at least there!

Any other updates on the dress?

Lucas said...

Great job Sam! Although, I'm not going to lie. I laughed a little of the picture of you circling blocks in the city crying with a sappy song on the radio.

Btw I just read your HOB blog. I'm sure Charissa would have burned that place to the ground with the people locked inside.