Archival snippets of the Past-Unfabulous

On a very sultry and lovely August evening, I and a few friends of mine decided to make a night of it at C’s apartment in Wicker Park.  We had missed her birthday and wanted to celebrate a bit since we hadn’t seen her in like-forever.

 

Her ex-boyfriend bought her a bottle of Special Reserve Remy Martin VSOP.

So we decided to partake. After our first head-shaking sip, we then decided to move the party to Big Wig round the corner.

After about an hour of cinching, primping, glossing and sipping we were off.

I made 260.00 that night on trivial bets that each friend laid out for me to task 

 

It went a little like this…

 

 

Hitting on men for the fuck of it– $80.00,

Dancing by myself NEAR a pole-and calling it pole dancing—$80.00,

Propositioning my stalking- victim, who btw served me w/ a restraining order after that night — 50.00,

Asking a perfect stranger to dance with me while I attempted not to make sick on his shoes—50.00

Waking up in my closet, on a Saturday afternoon, panties at my ankles–wondering why I didn’t just get up after getting off the toilet–

 

PRICELESS