Last weekend the crew hit up Chi-town. And in typical fashion we took advantage of Brunch on Saturday. After arriving at 11:00 in the afternoon we indulged ourselves in bottomless mimosas, bloody Mary’s, miller lites, bud lights, and Coors light. We also stuffed our face with bacon, mac n’ cheese, sausage, eggs, and hash browns. The works, really.
The end result? We got shit faced way too early. I love Brunch in Chicago but for the second year in a row we failed. We have to be the most immature consumers of all-time. 28 years old and we downed mimosas like someone was about the steal them. From 11:00 till 3:00 we “attacked the day with an enthusiasm unknown to man-kind”, which ended with us hammered by 3:30 in the afternoon. J-Hoe was in bed by 8:00 p.m. along with G-spot. Uncle Stink and I somehow roamed around Chicago for a few spotty hours but slept on a hardwood floor with no blankets or pillows. It was hell, but better than another buddy who slept in a stairwell because he got locked out.
My takeaway from all of this… We need to self reflect and grow up. 28 years old and behaving like a bunch of animals. I also realize that we lack any self control needed for a bottomless anything. We abuse trips to Mexico with all inclusive so why would brunch be any different? We don’t have the discipline needed to partake in these sorts of activities. Not without an adult present.
At one point on Saturday I remember peeing all over a bathroom floor. I’m not proud of it but it might have been the wake up call needed. It’s also probably a good thing that we live in a small town. It regulates our behavior in a way that is healthy. It would be irresponsible to live somewhere like Chicago.
Until next weekend….