"Here We Go Again"

Thanks to dogtownsurfer for the inspiration on this post. And, people, for realz! check his blog out!

Ten Things I Like To Do:

-Make up lies about being Jewish.
-Think up new terms for boobs.
-Be mean to people I don't like, or pretend they aren't even there.
-Say "no" to entirely reasonable requests because I don't feel like doing said request.
-Watch clips of "arrested development" on youtube.
-Plot elaborate schemes of vengeance against those who have wronged me.
-Leave meager tips for waiters and waitresses when they make minor fuck ups.
-Leave extremely long, winding and, ultimately, pointless voicemails.
-Ignore or delete voicemails without listening to them.
-Bump into long-forgotten former flings at late night bars in Chicago, to wit:

Saturday night after a vigorous drinking session at a friend's birthday party I headed over to The Continental, which is a late night. *For those not in the know, Chicago's bars normally close at 2:00 on weekdays and 2:30 on weekends. You need a special license to stay open past those hours. The city is not very forthcoming with these licenses and the 4 am bars are seedy, Bacchanalian venues that cater to one's lowest impulses.* In any case, a friend and I found ourselves at Continental and were continuing our journey into the Realm of Drunk when I heard an excited "Tony!" and I turned to see who it could be. "No Shit!" says my drunk brain, "it's fuckin' Tawny.*" In any case, Tawny was very drunk and very excited to see me. After a few exchanged pleasantries and a few more libations I ended up walking her back to her apartment and tucking her in for the night, uhh, at like 5:30 in the morning. Before I left she insisted that I give her my number. People what I'm wondering is, should I stay in touch with this person? Here are the Pros and Cons:

Pros

-Girl's body is banging, straight bangin! She's got the whole Kim Kardashian hover-booty goin on, whilst sporting a proportionally more manageably-sized ass.

-Packs fun like it's goin' outta style. Once challenged me to a game of strip Ping Pong, claimed to be "handicapping" herself by removing her top before the game started. Suffice to say, I lost the game but ended up being a winner all the same.

-Has an extremely low self-esteem.

Cons

-Before our coincidental rendezvous at the bar on Saturday night, I'd noticed her on the street like a year earlier and, well, let's just say her weight possibly fluctuates like the tide in the Bay of Fundy.

-Never has struck me as the sharpest knife in the drawer.

-Has an extremely low self-esteem.

In any case, in accordance with the democratic process of suddenlystruttin, y'all the readers can vote on whether I should call her or not. Heck, maybe (more than likely) I'll write about any dates with her.

* Tawny's totally her name, like, for sure.