Older women can be attractive

This week has been rough.  I got thrown into a new account at work and had to pick up the peices from the previous owner.  Solving puzzles is a bitch.  I was never good at that.  Oh well, I figured it out and things are settling down now.  Either way, I was still staying late at the office everyday which I am definetely not down with unless i’m playing Rock Band.

As soon as Thursday came, I had to get fucked up.  Luckily there was an event hosted by Gorilla Nation (they own Sheknows.com, Craveonline.com, and a bunch of niche sites) at Castaways, which is on the beach (technically, lake).  I hit up the usual volleyball game which we lost but atleast I can finally serve correctly.  We have this guy on our team that takes the game way too seriously.  Of course you always have that one guy.  What would make a co-ed social sport right without mr. i hate to lose.  This guy was a sight to see.  Everytime he missed, he would yell out “Dammit, <insert his name>.”  It was hilarious.  He was more angry at himself then the team mates.  We won our first game and lost 2 games after that.  He wasn’t in a good mood and decided to go home instead of drinking his sorrows away.  It was really bizarre and I realized when people get too caught up in sports, its quite sad.  Imean, leave that to the pro athletes you know what I mean?  They are getting paid for it, and we’re just pretenders.

We hit up Castaways, which is the iconic beachside bar/grill in Chicago.  Everyone and their mothers go there in the summer.  Typical media event: Open bar (premium shelf), a theme (this time it was hawaiin, didn’t see that coming), beautiful girls, 6 guys, free food, and a DJ.  Four effen lemonades in, and I was ready to rock.  My co-worker sang “Blame it on the rain” on the karoake machine and was incredible.  I got shitfaced and started talking to sales people about their sites in which they began trying to recruit me to their team.  As soon as 12:30 hit, we were getting kicked out and headed over to the after party.

The best thing about my job is that I can go through a whole night of entertainment without taking out my wallet.  It’s called “media-whoring.”  Here’s an example.  We were waiting for cabs to go to the next spot and none of us wanted to pay so as soon as we saw a rep going into one we literally ran to the can and stuffed ourselves in.  It was intense, but we got a free ride out of that. 

A few things occured that night that were interesting.  I got down with a cougar at the bar.  She must have been about 30+.  She was really hot for her age.  I also got pulled into a bachelorette party in which I was shaking butts with 35 year olds.  I like old women, i’m not going to lie.  Beautiful old women are very attractive.  It’s that whole “been there done that” kinda attitude that I love.  No BS you know what I mean?

Also, two of my co-workers came out to me last night.  One was a shoe-in, the other wasn’t.  I’ve only had 3 people come out to me in my lifetime.  I just needed to know.  So i’m going to pride day on Sunday to support them.  I ended up hitching a ride with my gay friend and his friend.  She was this hottie that was the typical hot girl that hangs out with gay guys and occasionally sleeps with bartenders.  You know that type.  I didn’t want to deal with that shit, but since she gave me ride home, I bought her fries.  She was cute though, but still in that “phase” where she’s like trying to justify her “rebellious” lifestyle. 

Totally over it.