Friday, I went to the Cards home opener. Yeah, yeah, we lost. But we won the series. Weather was poopy, but we had a good time. Friday night, we met up with a birthday girl at Blondie's on Washington Ave. This place was totes adorbs. I think it calls itself a "Coffee and Wine bar." I had soup and hard liquor #winning And the desserts, OH EM GEE! Try the Blondie, obvi. From there we spent the rest of the evening bar hopping along "WASH AVE."
Saturday, we saw 21 Jump Street. It was very funny. We laughed a lot. Try not to fall in love with Dave Franco.
Sunday, I almost had a heart attack at The City Museum. This was my third time going. Every time I've been, I've been full grown. The City Museum boasts that Mark McGwire can fit through everything. That's a blatant lie. Have you seen Mark McGwire? And this is not a jab at the steroid thing.
With a full belly I drove home... in a tornado. Classic.