On Friday, I joined friends at Thirsty Parrot with the possibility of heading to the Indians game but I don't exactly remember why we didn't go, but we decided against it, so my girlfriend and I left and headed to a neighborhood joint, the Greenhouse Tavern, to sip on delicious cocktails and devour the chicken wings and a few other delicious items.
|GHT Smartees! and something with vodka and champagne|
|harmonica necklaces rock|
Considering it was June 2, I simply didn't care that my thermometer only said it was 68 and that it felt like there was 20 mph winds coming off the lake, so I drove to Edgewater Park where I ran over the largest nail known to man but wouldn't realize it until the next morning. Naturally....
|spot the reading porn!|
|lobster corn dogs........|
|notice how creepily cool the flash makes our eyes look|
|dance party capture.|
|dip and toast egg with fruit, toast, tea and the paper|
I cleaned up all 800 square feet of my apartment, which was covered in bathing suits from Victoria's Secret, packaged up the returns and was ready to take on a sale at BCBG. Until of course, I saw the current state of my car or actually the state of the rear tire.
|bummer and I got nailed.|
I sort of stared at the tire, thinking that maybe if I wished hard enough it would POOF! be filled with air again, but alas, that was not the case. After the tire man came and put on the donut, I high tailed it west to repair the tire, which took much longer than I anticipated so I sat on the curb to tan my legs and enjoy the 70 degree weather while I
|never miss out on catching some rays|
An hour and a half later, I found myself inside BCBG and picked up a new dress and finished off the weekend with patio drinks and people watching in Crocker Park. Not a shabby weekend, if I do so say so myself.