Boo

This weekend Boyfriend and I went to Chicago where all of his friends live to party it up Chicago style. He meant this as "Show off my (for once) hot girlfriend and drink the nights away!" I interpreted it as "Get hideously sick and then creep out his friends by dressing as Mr. T."

Have a look, won't you?

Boyfriend booked us at the W Hotel (Lakeshore), we had an awesome view of Navy Pier!

Boyfriend and his buddies went as Wall Street pigs or something. I dont really know but it certainly creeped me out…

And I refused to kiss him until he took it off. Which, given my Mr. T outfit, he probably preferred:

I pitied the boyfriend who tried to git away from his girlfriend!

 

Alas, my fever got the better of me and I was headed home by 10pm, like a damn punk.