A Sunday First

Okay... Barring from last year’s fourth of July Sunday, this is the first time ever since I have moved to Chicago where I stayed out late at a bar on a Sunday night till one in the freaking morning. And I am so wasted. Ah... My frist drunken blog. Damn Microsoft Word that keeps on fixing my spelling mistakes. What a good feeling to have no care in the world, drinking Greek wine, and going to a bar with someone. And best of all? Nikki showed up! How kickass is that? Okay, somebody stop spinning my room...