[Today I went to a football game and decided I didn't want to blog, so I asked my sister to do it for me. Don't be too hard on her. She's new to this whole blogging thing, but also, feel free to be hard on her because it will be funny.]
Hellloooooo friends. Melissa (Ashley’s sister) signing in. I apologize ahead of time, as I am not nearly as witty or intelligent of a writer (WARNING, WARNING!). Yet, as they say in the world of beer pong, darts and other highly sophisticated sports (what????), I am her “celebrity shot,” if you will.
Following the historic and alcohol lined road that is the celebrity shot, I too might seem to be drunk (i.e. I will probably ramble . . . a lot), and in no way will I care if I fail to make the crucial, arc shot into the last cup (this is code for my blogging skills are probably sh**). Although, along with the best drunks that have been honored as a celebrity shooter, I am just trying to have fun, and fun I will have. (Side note: Perhaps my lack of pong ambition is why I am rarely asked to be a celebrity shooter?? Just saying.)
Soooo, some of you may be wondering why I have a picture of Sweet Lou as my icon (Lou Pinella, manager of the Cubs). He clearly has nothing to do with beer pong . . . other than in his day he may have been a shining star of the sport (just look at him, he looks like he can throw back a few . . . yes?). Now, he is baseball, and I love baseball. More importantly, I love Chicago, the city where his team–those Cubbies– reside. I was lucky enough to travel to Chi-town this summer and visit the ivy walls of Wrigley Field. The city changed my life. I have felt for some time that I have wanted to move and find adventures in a big city. But now it seems these adventures could be a reality for me. Hey Chicago, whaddya say? Should I move there today??
Now, who wants to go play beer pong?? Seriously.