Hummm...Where do I start. Lets see. This past weekend was the Greater Chicago Whippet Club specialty show in Crete, IL. I had been planning on going to this show for some time because I had decided back in September that this show would be Broc's first show. Then a couple of weeks ago I got a call from Scot, who had been talking to his friend Kate, and he informed me that she had a friend, named Billy, that wanted to be set up with a dog show person. So they decided to set me up with Billy and that they would introduce us after the show at dinner. Of course me being the introverted person I am was totally excited but really nervous. So a week ago Scot told me that we needed to have a queer eye for the straight guy shopping weekend because he wanted a nice outfit to wear for his date with Kate. So off we went to shop for some new clothes for Scot and of course I told him that we also needed to find a new pair of jeans for me to wear for when I met Billy. So into the Buckle we went. I think I tried on like 15 pair of jeans before I found one that I really liked and that I thought made me look good. So now I'm set for the date.
Ok so now I've caught you all up to this past weekend. So Friday roles around and I drive to Chicago, get to the Hotel, unpack, make sure Scot is set for his date with Kate and then settle in for a nice relaxing evening in the hotel. Then about 9:00pm Scot calls me in a panic because he is having an awesome time with Kate but has gotten food poisoning from the resturant they ate dinner at and doesn't know what to do. Pictures of Stan from South Park are starting to pop into my head. So I said don't throw up on her cause that might work in South Park but definitely doesn't work in real life. Poor Scot didn't want to ruin Kate's evening so he made an excuse that he needed to go back to the hotel to get some contact solution when really he needed to go back and throw up. He calls me and I told him not to drink any alcohol when he goes back and so what does he do? Drink water? Drink pop? No he does a lemon drop. Yeah bad idea. So of course now he is already sick and then the alcohol makes him even sicker. So he had to cut the date short because he was feeling so bad. I felt so bad for him because he was so excited.
Then Saturday comes around. This is the big show debut for Broc, and then of course the big date with Billy is that night. So I'm a little nervous but excited. Scot calls me at about 6:20 saying he is not going to go to the show because he has been getting sick all night and feels terrible. So I get Broc and I ready and off we go to the show. Broc showed in Sweeps and got 3rd out of 5. Which considering he is a skinny little rail right now was pretty good. Yeah he's a slow developer. He's going to be one of those dogs that isn't going to look awesome until probably 2. Then in the regular classes he got 4th out of 4. He showed awesome though and had fun and I had fun so that was all I was hoping for. So I figured it was a success. Now during this time Kate calls Scot because the other handler that she usually helps has also gotten sick so wasn't at the show and she asks Scot if he can come help. So Scot being the nice guy he is comes and helps even though he is sick as a dog. Now at this point Scot tells me that he isn't sure if we are going to dinner that night because everyone is sick. I of course told him that it was ok that I just hoped everyone would start feeling better. In my head though I was like, crap now I'm not going to get to meet Billy. So 4 o'clock rolls around and Scot calls back and says that Kate does still want to do dinner and that I needed to shower and get ready. So of course I get ready all excited again.
Ok so now were up to the big date evening. Scot and I get to Applebee's and have a drink at the bar. Scot water, because he's still not feeling well, and I had a cosmo. Kate calls Scot because she needed directions to the resturant and Billy is waiting in the parking lot for her. So a couple more minutes go by and in walks the most handsome guy...yup it was Billy. He was wearing a pair of jeans and this awesome black button up shirt and has the most fantastic blue eyes I've ever seen. So we all sit down and I start to talk to Billy about his horses. Now for those of you that know me you know that I love horses and that this is a big plus. So the waiter comes and I'm thinking lets see what he orders. Guess what he orders? A cosmo. I was like wooohooo he likes my favorite drink. So we keep chatting and drink a couple more cosmos. Then I start texting Kate and Billy from Scot's phone and flirting with him via text messages. Then he says, ok do you want me to text Scot and tell him what to tell you or do you want me to just tell you? I was like just tell me. So he said "I think you're really cute too." I of course at this point was doing little flips inside. So we keep talking and drinking and we ate some chicken somewhere in there but I wasn't paying that much attention to the food. Then we went to the bar and chatted some more and had a couple more cosmos and a shot of something. So at this point I am completely plastered because I normally only drink 1 or 2 drinks not like 8 martinis. So I ask Billy if we can walk around because I needed to get some of the Alcohol out of my system. So we went walking around the neighborhood and talked and laughed and kissed. He's a fantastic kisser. My lips are tingling just thinking about it. We were out talking and walking around until probably 12:30 in the morning which is awesome considering dinner started at 6:00. So we ended up with Scot, Kate, Billy and myself back in my hotel room. Then Scot drove Kate and Billy back to their cars and I completely crashed into bed.
Now we are on to Sunday morning. I woke up completely hung over and since I never drink I was feeling terrible. I decided I should drive to the grocery and get some B-Monster juice to try to get some B vitamins back in me. I felt like I was going to get car sick the whole way. I get back to the hotel and call Scot and I'm like. I feel terrible what can I do to feel better. So he says "well if you drink some alcohol you'll feel better." I was like I don't think so. So he said take some aspirin and it should help. So I did and it helped. I ate some toast and drank my juice. Then started to text message Billy asking how hung over he was. Of course he was completely hung over also. So we texted for awhile until I had to get ready for the show. Then Broc and I got all ready for the Sunday show. Broc did really nicely at the show. He got first in his class which was awesome. Lots of people complimented me on him and said he is going to be really nice. Poor Broc just needs to put some muscle on and gain a little weight which is hard with whippet males cause they just don't have big appetites until they are over a year old. He stacked up nicely though and moved nicely. I was happy. Then I drove home.
That was the weekend. Minus the sick people part it was probably the funnest weekend I've had in years. I'm really excited to see where things go with Billy because so far things are going awesome.
