I LIKE THIS FEELING!!!

Here I am in Ann Arbor (she is still a whore). I drove up with my aunt, uncle and sister last night and was way-layed with many scents of skunk. We were just coming up for a couple days and didn't have plans to go to the Michigan - NIU game yesterday but my other aunt who had tickets, forced them on me and Michelle. It was our first time in the Big House and it was glorious. Michigan won but those Huskies put up a good fight. During the game the scoreboard showed that Rutgers beat Illinois by three but then later I found out that the Illini actually won by three in overtime. I was annoyed at the prospect that Ron Zook couldn't improve on Ron Turner's failure.

Before the game we went to eat at Krazy Jim's Blimpy Burger, which I read was rated the second-best onion rings in the country. It was in GQ in August, and we had to try it. It was a really long wait and they were quasi-rude like Ed Debevic's. We decided that while the food was good, the rankings must have been written by some sack-less reviewer who had a total bias against Chicago. He said that no burgers in Chicago were very good. Fool.

Anyway, so after the game, we went out for dinner at the Macaroni Grill. In the parking lot I tripped and fell on the blacktop, messing up my new Cubs Tshirt and skinning my elbow. I'm such an idiot.

My cousin Caroline's boyfriend Jon was having a party, featuring a game he made up called "The Clinic." I didn't really understand it, and I did not participate. I felt so damn old at the party. I don't remember being that young in college, but damn do I miss it. The environment, the parties, the schedule on delay -- waking up late in the morning and going to sleep at four am.

At the party, people were playing original Nintendo and playing The Clinic. Frank, my 15-year old cousin, tagged along, and sneaked sips of beer here and there. He overplayed it and pretended he was drunk, but it was clear it was more an act than not. My sister Michelle also played along, and she got totally blasted. She went to get some pizza and the little Middle Eastern guy, who barely spoke much English couldn't stop laughing at her, which caused her to laugh, because she knew he knew she was drunk. The story was hilarious. Michelle later said to no one in particular, "I like this feeling!!!" She didn't have that much, but since she never drinks it hit her harder than expected. It made me a little uneasy seeing her like that, and I tried to cut her off repeatedly.

Right now we're watching Chappelle's Show and falling asleep. Time to go. It was a good 36 hours in Michigan.