13 hrs later…
AY AY AYYY! Breakfast at 2:30 on a Monday afternoon?! I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve been totally slap-happy all day, too; well, until I took a nap, then woke up, then went and burned myself on the bacon grease while flipping it – but seriously, who hasn’t done that before? Let’s be real. It’s nothing a little freezing bottle of vodka resting on it couldn’t fix. Don’t worry, mom & dad, I didn’t drink it all…yet.
Ahhh, the aftermath of the crazy driving we did this weekend – welcome to the rockstar life, right? I rocked out for the entire 5 hrs to Detroit for a kickass, private party (by the way, if you haven’t been to Post Bar in Dearborn, MI, you need to). And again, on the way back to the city the next morning. And let me just tell ya’ll, if anyone denies their sing-a-long habits on long car trips, slap them. They’re lying! I watched at least 5 cars out of 7 rock out as hard as I was, so there.
After stopping in Chicago for a couple hours, I did the next 1.5hrs down to Morris, IL for the Grundy County Corn Fest. As I was informed on my Facebook status the other day, they don’t actually celebrate corn. It was totally another excuse to party like it’s 1999 and dance in the street. But really, who doesn’t love a good street fest? I don’t know if I’ll ever get sick of them…it’s like having a favorite food group, but it’s really a favorite way to get your booze on. Ya follow?