St. Patrick's Weekend 2013

We had to catch the train to Chicago at 6am on Saturday morning. Man, that was early. But, we made it in time and rolled into the station like a group of rockstars. Took a little nap on the train and was ready to drink by 8:30am Chicago time.

Me and Leslie on the train:

Rolled up into Chicago around 10:30am. It was cold. Real cold. Ended up walking to our hotel because we were having a hard time finding a taxi. This is what I saw on the way:

Got to the hotel, but couldn't check in yet. So we took over the lobby bathroom for about an hour while we all got ready. Stacy was supposed to wear this but didn't because it was too cold. Bummer!

I wore this:

We walked down towards the parade, but decided we didn't really care and we would all rather have a beer and some lunch. Ended up at Miller's Pub? I believe. Sat there for quite a while. Had a great lunch of cornbeef and cabbage and a bunch of beer. Ended the first pub trip with shots.

We went back to the hotel to get checked in. On our way there we found this free soft drink truck and they let us take a whole bunch. So we had to get something to put in our newly acquired mixers. Went to CVS and got some vodka. Got back to the hotel and Stacy and Erin decided they needed a little nap. It was very hard for Leslie and I to be quite (we were tipsy). So, I did Leslie's hair. Then we went to the hotel bar for a shot.

 

We ended up at the Billy Goat Tavern. Stayed there a while. Sang a lot of songs really loudly. Met a man with no shoes. Leslie and I talked to the sidewalk sweeper. He was nice. Erin and I took a lot of photos.

I have no idea what the last bar we went to was called. Leslie and Erin met these boys outside and they ended up buying us drinks all night. I had a very long conversation with a homeless kid outside the bar. I took a lot of shots. I drank a lot of beer. There was karaoke in there somewhere. It was ugly. I don't know how we made it back to the hotel in one piece, but we did. Thank goodness.

I thought I woke up with a hangover, but I really woke up on Sunday morning with the worst flu of my life! Struggled through the day, but went to the Chicago Aquarium and lunch before heading on the train back home. It was rough. The train ride was spent in the sweats and chills and a 102 degree temperature. I hate the flu. St. Patrick's day was fun though. Can't wait to spend another weekend away with my girls!