The Bees are Jumping and the Cotton is High

Finished off my finals yesterday. Can you say freedom? Except, oh yeah. There's that job thing I still have to do. So here's to slightly less responsibility!

How did I celebrate? My girl from Michigan came home and we hung out at the beach smoking a spliff and drinking this hard iced-tea I sort of made up the morning of. It wasn't a long island iced-tea, it only had vodka in it. But I thought about how much I love a good Arnold Palmer (half iced tea half lemonade) and sort of made it up as I went along. I boiled a big pot of black tea and when it was strong enough I decided to squeeze the juice from a lemon and add an equal amount of sugar to it. Instead of adding the water to the lemon and sugar, I figured the unsweetened tea would suffice as a pretty good diluting agent and just mixed it all together. I threw in the rind of the squeezed lemon, added enough vodka to give it a pretty strong boozy flavor to compliment the sweetness and then poured it all in a big old thermos. How summery, right? I should be a bartender.

Then we went down to her dad's condo, which is in the motherfucking Aqua Tower. Now when she said Aqua Tower, I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about but if you live in Chicago you've definitely seen it. It's that building with all the waves on the outside that are actually balconies: And needless to say, it was one sick bachelor pad. Did I mention it was on the 77th floor? The view was abso-fucking-lutely amazing. I could have cried. We drank her Dad's yummy beer and played pool and then hit the hot tub in our underwear. This creepy guy in the hot tub had no shame in staring straight towards my tits but whatever. I knew if he came near me I'd just smash my glass of wine on his face. After that we got dressed and went out and pulled some shenanigans till around 3am when we went back to her condo... And pretty much stayed up for another 3 hours drinking on the balcony with a couple of other guys (we knew them, OK?) we picked up during our drunken debauchery. Needless to say, we got pretty sloppy. My friend walked into a wall twice, hard. Oh, and she sat on an empty cooler and fell off that as well. It's ok, her face broke her fall pretty well. She even woke up the next day complaining of bumps on her head. Haha!

All that for a Wednesday night! Happy summer!