Happy two days before the superbowl!!

Fridays are so boring. If I didn't have to work every Friday I could possibly like them. Saturdays are also dumb. I'm sorry Saturday, maybe you got good grades in school, but I think you are dumb. This week Sunday has decided to not let me relax. I will not be able to watch the puppy bowl like I originally wanted to. I also don't get to go have Sushi Sunday. I have to spend my night at work working the SuperBowl.

I hope I make a lot of money. Weddings are expensive.

The two hours before I have to leave for work are the worst parts of my day. All I can do is sit around and dread what's going to happen. Once I am at work, I am totally happy. It's just the drive that I don't want to do.

I need to invest in a house that is across the street from work. Maybe I can build a house in Wrigley Field. Or maybe I can build a house in my work. It is big enough. They wouldn't even notice I was there. Or I guess I should say they would notice that I'm there. I'm usually there.

I have been reading old blogs about when Jake and I used to surprise each other. I wish we could do that again. Maybe I will surprise him tonight. I told him I would be home around 2am. I think I shall come in at 1:45am and scream "surprise!!!!!!!!!!!"

He will get really mad because he has to work in the morning and I'd imagine he will be asleep.

Paradise Club/Club Paradise

There is a bar down the block from me. I have never been there before. Well, that is a lie. One time I tried to go there with my old roommate and her boyfriend and some other friends. We walked in and it seemed that there were no females in the bar. So we left to go to another bar a little further down the road and hung out with old people all night.

Last night Brittany came over and we got sick of sitting around the living room so we ventured over to the bar with a confusing name. One sign says it's called Club Paradise. Another one says Paradise Club. I guess if I believe the name, it is actually a club and not a bar. Could have fooled me.

We walked in and it was dead in there. We were pretty sure we wouldn't make it out alive. It was one of the scariest 20 minutes of my life. It was literally so dark in there that you couldn't see. There was a bartender and some dude who were playing some bowling game. I don't think that she was too happy to have to stop playing her games to make us our drinks. And by make mine, I mean opening a bottle that I later found out was from 1993 or something. I felt like we were in a haunted house. I used to work the haunted house at my grade school and would get very very scared when I had to leave my spot to go to the bathroom. People would have to walk in front of me and tell all of the other kids not to scare me when I walked through.

I am a very brave girl

I can't even explain what this place was like (the bar, not my grade school haunted house). It was creepy. And eerie. Very eerie. I think there used to be a show called Eerie Indiana. It scared me. My dad used to have to sometimes do some work in Gary, Indiana. Gary could almost rhyme with Eerie if I use Brittany logic so I decided they were the same place. I was very scared of Gary, Indiana. I have since learned that Gary is in fact a very very scary place.

Not as scary as that bar though.