I'm Back, Bitches!

Well, well, well...ya'll thought I gave up on this idea/blog/contest, didn't you? Well, turns out the lack of posts is not because I'm a quitter, rather I found myself a pretty regular piece of ass (some may call this a "relationship") thanks to this very game. Yep, Mr. Wisconsin & I have decided to not stop making out after that blog entry almost 2 months ago. And he is still sticking around, what gives? And the cherry on top of this whole fucked up sundae is that he is encouraging me to continue and become the ultimate victor. Really. I am serious. Did I score or WHAT?!

Anyways, onto the damned story. I was in Chicago for work Monday - Wednesday this week and had a hell of a day on Tuesday thanks to the shit hitting the fan back in my Minnesota office. I was travelling with my best friend/co-worker, Erin, who like me, really wanted to go out for cocktails that night with some of our local Chicago friends, but we were stuck working until almost midnight. UGH. Well, because Erin & I are "using addicts" according to our recovering alcoholic boss, we were hell bent on getting a freaking drink, so we went around the corner to an Irish pub. After 1 or 2 drinks, 2 gentlemen stumbled in from what looked like a very festive evening, immediately offered to buy us drinks (I am not kidding, we were in sweatpants and looked like SHIT.) This is where I picked up on the accents. OMG WHERE ARE YOU FROM? I demanded to know seeing an excellent opportunity to get back into the game. Texas & Tennessee it turns out. SCORE! Now for the fun part...Erin gladly stepping in the role as winglady, came up with a plan in the ladies room that was a masterpiece in itself. We almost went with it until I realized this was much too easy on it's own. These guys were wasted, and for whatever reason, very into us. "I got this..." I slurred back to her, and went on with my mission. Tennessee was EASY, he was all over the idea from the get go and kept asking "when do we kiss, when do we kiss?"

Aaaand here is the license proof...sorry for the bad quality. iphones are useful most of the time, but not in a dark ass bar.

Texas was not so cooperative. He thought we were running a scam, even though we showed him the website on our phones. Whatever. His conspiracy ideas were ludicrous and lol-able. For a moment it seemed like a lost cause and I didn't have the energy or care enough to fight him on it. He also really wanted to kiss Erin, and that wasn't going to happen either, so we got up to leave. At the last minute, he grabbed me for a hug and kissed me super fast, before Erin could get the camera ready. But she was a witness, so there.

So I am happy to say I'm back in the game! HOORAY! It's good to be home...