"Your Girlfriend is Drunk"

Every time I think I might have done okay with the Boyfriend's family this weekend, I start to overanalyze. Did I drink too much? Smoke too much? Talk too much? Was that whiskey shot in front of his mom a poor idea? Was it wrong to pick the football game over church? Concert Josh insists that everything was fine and they liked me, but I'm just not sure. The next time I meet them, I swear I'll be the sweet, demure angel you all know I really am.

Oh, shut it.

HIGHLIGHT:
Saturday night, I was having a beer and watching the White Sox game with Concert Josh's dad. He said something utterly hilarious right when I took a sip. End result: I SPIT BEER ALL OVER MY BOYFRIEND'S FATHER. "Hi, meet my girlfriend Kari! Here, you might need a towel."

Speak of the Devil
So this one Chicago baseball team is in the World Series or something? And like the whole city is totally freaking out? Except for me? Cuz I don't care? Dudes. The only way I'll be rooting for the White Sox next week is if they're playing the Cardinals. Tony La Russa is Satan.

Shhhh
I have a secret. I'll tell ya later.