So my girlfriend meets St Louis Bob and then breaks up with me.
We get hammered at a Chicago Cubs game - actually before, around noon. And by hammered, I mean she is completely trashed by 2:00 in the afternoon. Tequila.
So we hang with SLB and his hot wife for a few and then take a cab back to the mile. GF ( a paralegal specializing in immigration) is talking to the cabbie who mentions he's from South Africa and she keeps referring to latinos and South America and gives him her card and he's looking at me in the mirror like 'Didn't I say South Africa?" and I'm nodding like 'Yes you did but she's had 10 tequilas and only weighs 100 pounds".
We get back and despite being almost falling-down drunk she's insisting on going shopping on the mile. Fine, let's go. I start walking towards all the shops (Saks, Nordstrom, etc) and look back and she's staggering off in the opposite direction. Oh Jesus Christ. I follow. She staggers into a Supercuts and proceeds to buy an armload of shampoo and conditioner. Everyone (customers, stylists, receptionist ) is stopped and looking at us. Is this a good deal? Hey, I'm in love, I think it's a GREAT deal sweetheart. I'm just glad we're not in Tiffany's.
We leave, she's not feeling so well, back to the room. We fight, we break up, I cancel the reservations at Ditkas steak house, throw away the tix to Second City, we have the best sex ever. We have the longest Fn drive back to Nashville - appx 500 million miles. I still love Chicago. I still love hot Asians. I still love St Louis Bob. But F tequila.
Bob texts me "Can I post pics or would you rather me not?"
Me: "I'd rather not, thanks"
This all happened late spring / early summer. Bob, if you've still got the pics go ahead and post.