and this is why i love the summer in the city:


(taken at approximately 7:35 pm, sunday, june 18.)

warning: much complaining/drama follows. proceed at your own risk.

sundays are supposed to be relaxing, right? or maybe today was just the exception to the rule. after attending a family function last night, my sister & i headed just west of here to attend a combined graduation/good-bye party for her boyfriend's cousin and his wife who are moving back to new mexico at the beginning of july. seems pretty harmless, right? well, by the time we got there, approximately 10:30 pm, everyone (well, mostly her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and one of their friends) had been drinking pretty much the entire evening, and, so by that time, my boyfriend was just about totally gone. with that, i have to say that he gets extremely *loud* and downright *mean* as well. so okay, fine. he's inebriated enough where i can tolerate him (slightly) at this point, so, i deal with it. by the time we are about to leave, though, my sister's boyfriend convinces him to go out with him, his friend, and his (other) cousin who was in attendance, and, let me tell you - i've never seen four people so quick to get into a cab and speed away, leaving my sister & i on the sidewalk. fine. didn't want to go out, anyways. but i did make it very clear to my boyfriend to *not* even waste his time coming over to my place if he's drunk. (i mean, after all, he could spend the night at his friend's, or at my sister's boyfriend's (i'm sure my sister would've loved that one.)) but what happens? 6:00 in the morning, i am *rudely* awaken by my supposedly sweet boyfriend, who has had several more drinks since i saw him earlier in the evening, and, i should add, is covered in *sand* because the three of them (sans my sister's boyfriend's cousin) decided to take a nap on the beach. at this point, i am trying to remain calm and not start screaming at him, so, i just kept my mouth shut. he wanted to take a shower, so, he did, and in the process, managed to rip down my shower curtain along with the rod. (really trying to keep calm at this point.) he says that he's just going to go home, because i'm really starting to slip and lose it at this point. i told him that he wasn't going anywhere - how could he even possibly *think* or driving when he can't even *stand*? shortly therafter, he starts throwing up, but, i do have to give him credit for actally making it to the toilet. so we sleep for a few hours, and, i get up. i do my little things around here that i've been meaning to do (like laundry and e-mail my SP8 :) ), and, have some breakfast. i even wash his clothes that are all over my bathroom floor.

my sister & her boyfriend stop here about 2:30 pm, and, at this point, my boyfriend finally makes his way out of bed. i'm not talking to him at this point. then, if all this wasn't drama enough, my sister checks her voicemail while she was here, and, there were two calls from our mother:

"i'm going to place and order for some food, you will need to pick it up. i'll call you back." (my family had a small get-together for father's day, and, they ordered from this chinese place that they just love in morton grove (= totally out of *everyone's* way))

"the food is going to be ready to pick up at 1:30."

by this point, it's nearly 3:00 pm. my sister then calls my mother, who, at this point, considering the time, cannot decide whether she should wait for us (since i'm the one with the car) to leave, pick it up, and then head up to gurnee (almost at the wisconsin border). sigh. more drama.

then, my boyfriend runs to the bathroom and throws up. great. at that point, my sister & her (very reluctant) boyfriend make the decision that they'll have to go and pick up the food and head out to the suburbs, because i apparently *still* have to babysit.

i drive my boyfriend to his car (still parked at the bar where him & his friend went to go and watch the world cup games yesterday, where the drunkeness began), and, let me tell you, you could've cut the tension during the ride with a knife. i didn't say a word until we were at his car, and at that point, i let him have it. and, i told him that i didn't want him to go out drinking with my sister's boyfriend or his friend anymore. he just doesn't know when to stop.

so i head home, and take a nap. i wake up at about 7:30, and look out the window, and, that's when i took the picture above. it was sunny outside, when, during the morning/afternoon, it was crappy and overcast out. it was already the *evening*, but the sun was stil out. maybe it wasn't a *total* day wasted.

okay. enough complaining already. (i know, i know, i whine.)

so at least today wasn't a *total* waste. i managed to take photos of a few things:



pink scarf, of some unknown, unlabeled, fuzzy-type yarn from hobby lobby's clearance bin. started (and ripped back) wednesday during my morning commute, and finished thursday morning, on my metra ride back into the city. my first scarf knit for the think pink challenge.



handpainted yarn that i ordered, in this absolutely gorgeous colorway called 'arco iris'. i'm not totally sure what to do with it, but, it does make for a wonderful stash addition.

and, for some reason, as i was staring at the wall earlier today (literally), i decided that i wanted to dig out my manos del uruguay yarn and try knitting up my so-called scarf after a few failed attempts last winter. lo and behold, i made some progress:



i can't tell you how many times i ripped this thing back - every time i'd try to start it, it'd end up being this mess of stitches, totally not looking anything like the picture. so, i'm very excited!

okay. so maybe my sunday wasn't a *total* waste. i'm happy now! :)