Jen

Last night, I was in a John Hughes movie and I wasn’t Molly Ringwald.

I went to UIC to get my grad robes and other stuff and the next thing you know, I’m arguing with my parents over my cell phone because they didn’t want to pick me up in “the city.” I was supposed to go out to eat with the fam, and Pat was supposed to drive me. Well, his tire went flat again (this is because fix-a-flat is TEMPORARY, like I said before, dude. Um, I mean, honey) so he couldn’t drive me as planned. The P’s still want me to eat with them, but take the terrible hour and then some L ride home, instead of them driving 20 minutes to pick me up at Pat’s, aka “the city.” So, I was extremely pissed at them last night, and I was feeling screwed by all.

I walk to Pat’s to get some moral support and as it turns out, Pat W., my dearest’s roommate, decided to have a rooftop barbecue. As the night continues, I’m manning the grill with the skewered chicken and veggies Jordan and I made, and holding a beer in the other hand on the rooftop above Bar Louie. There’s a view of the ghetto (which would NOT be in the John Hughes film) right in front of us, but in the distance, the beautiful skyline lights up the night sky. Born on the south side of Chicago, lived here my whole life, and still not sick of it…. Anyway, people are scaling the walls to get to the rooftop and it’s a great time. I also saw some old school Japanese porn (courtesy of Ken) which I will talk about later.

The night ended with me riding in the back of Emmy’s pick up truck with Pat and Jordan. Unfortunately, Long Duck Dong did not make an appearance. “Sexy girlfriend…”