An Interest Evening Where Nothing and Everything Happened Simultaneously

So ... this has been a week full of adventure. The antibiotic I was taking for my sinus infection gave me a wretched allergic reaction -- an itchy, ucky, ickle rash all over my self. Starting with most visible body parts -- face and neck -- and moving down and out. Fun! My doctor said all I could do is switch up my antibiotics and start taking benedryl to stop the allergic reaction in its tracks.

So I've been doped up on benedryl for the last several days -- feeling heavy and groggy and itchy and cranky. An altogether shit weekend. Sigh. And then yesterday I find out that the NYC trip the L.A. boy and I were planning for next weekend has suddenly shifted into "up-in-the-air" status thanks to his wicked, evil job. Sigh. So I was a bit of a physical and emotional mess last night ... and then an amazing girlfriend came to my rescue, bringing some movies, a cake, and her lovely self over to keep me company. We ate said cake, watched said movies, and then decided to go for a late night Chicago walk to counteract some of the cake.

I took a picture to commemorate the weirdness of the walk -- a shop with blue neon selling crappy wedding dresses and a big hole out front seemed oh-so apropos.

We started out on Fullerton heading west, and then cut down Milwaukee because K. wanted to see the Congress Theater (why?). We had to stop at a Walgreens because her little toe was hurting her, and I needed some anti-itch lotion for my inflamed, full-body allergy rash (still FUN!). We took Armitage back west, and as we were walking K. announced "I'm feeling kind of hungry." And then, literally, two seconds later we stumbled upon a random hotdog stand. I've lived in Chicago for eight years and I've never seen a hotdog stand. K. announces that she's hungry and one magically appears. Go figure.

So we got her hotdog, and some drunk guy called me fat -- ok, what really happened was, I declined the offer of a hotdog, saying "I don't eat meat," and the guy, who was loitering around the hotdog stand said, "You're thick and healthy. No one looks that healthy if all they eat is apples and oranges." Sigh. As if being covered in a rash wasn't making me feel un-sexy enough. Right?

Then I had to pee in an alley -- I've been trying to stay uber hydrated, and the walk ended up going on for much longer than anticipated. There was really no other choice. K. stood guard while I peed on my sandals (ick ... straight to the garbage with you). I was doped up on benedryl, so it nearly counts as being inebriated enough to do something like that. I did, however, have to announce post-alley-squat that that was the first time I'd ever done that sober.

"It's nice to know that it hasn't been the drunkenness that's made me pee on my shoes in the past. It's just impossible not to."

And then home.

Weird. Night. Seriously.