St. Paddy's day, maple syrup and a pineapple

Oh what a weekend it was! For those of you that don’t know, St. Paddy’s day is my ABSOLUTE, WITHOUT A DOUBT, FAVORITE HOLIDAY IS THE WHOLE WORLD! And there’s no place I’d rather be on St. Patrick’s day then home in Chicago!
I left on Friday morning and drove down, picked Andrea up at work—and the celebrations began!
Funny story #1: Andrea and I headed over to our Mark’s house—once we got there Mark asked if one of us would run across the street and pick up a bottle of sprite so we could have a couple cocktails before we left. I hand Andrea $6 and tell her to go. She says “sprite doesn’t cost $6!” I say “so, buy yourself something special with the change then love”--------knowing full well that Andrea would buy something ridiculous, just because she could. Well, never one to disappoint—Andrea returns with the sprite and a bottle of Mrs. Butterworth’s maple syrup! She decides that Mrs. Butterworth will go with us wherever we go all evening and we will take pictures of her all over—so there was Mrs. Butterworth having Margaritas, and doing tequila shots, and dancing like a rockstar, and in foliage, and attacking people (until Mark sends me some pics this is all I have of the infamous Mrs. B)

Funny story #2: We got kicked out of a bar. Well, that’s not exactly true---2 people we were with got kicked out….Jen was pulling the “oh, I’m heavier than I look” thing that annoying skinny people do, and Jason (friend Jason—not husband Jason) insisted on challenging this—well a) Jason is tipsy, and b) Jen has a bottle of beer in her hand---so he picks her up and spins her around (and said beer) and soaks everyone around her in a perfect budlight circle………..suddenly there was a very large man (hello Mr. bouncer) insisting that they leave (hmmm wonder why!). That was fine with me, because I HATE John BarleyCorn (the bar), and not wanting to be mean—we all left and went across the street to Red Ivy……….where they were playing really bad music.
Funny story #3 ……………well, actually a sidenote first—when I say “funny” maybe I should just say “funny to me” or “you had to be there”………..anyway, I digress. Andrea bought a pineapple—a real one, still attached to the stalk—we found it at this really cool flower shop in Wicker Park. Since she had forgotten Mrs. Butterworth at home (this was the following day), she thought the pineapple would be her new random object of the moment.

here's some more pics from the weekend:
my brother Patrick and his boyfriend Vinnie...they're so freaking cute, I just want to throw up.
Al, hitting the jackpot for the third time on the fruit came (no, you can't make that sh*t up) at Dave and Busters....we learned that he's not good at games that require dexterity (um, like skeeball) but he's really good at lining up fruit---go figure.

Al and I got matching teddy bear's for our winnings. We also went in the photo booth and "made a baby"...apparently if we were to mix gene's we'd have a crooked eyed brazillian girl.

Andrea and I trying on hats (there's LOTS of other pictures of this--but I'll spare you)

I drove home yesterday....and I was exhausted today...but life goes on. (great, now I have that stupid song in my head)