11:46am--Phuket Bucket

So, some total asshat toolbox douchewad fucktard stole Ava's purse from the bar last night.  

The purse itself with her cards and CTA pass were found in a trashcan in the men's bathroom, but her phone, camera, and cash were all taken.  

WHY DO PEOPLE ACT THIS WAY?

WHY DO PEOPLE HURT OTHER PEOPLE THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW?

So, today, we're out to get her a new phone and some cheer-up brunch.

It finally stopped snowing here, after something like 10 inches in 30 hours, and the sun is about as out as it's going to get in January in Chicago.  So it's time to get up and about, and make the most of being hot children in the city.

We're also going to construct our own Fuck-it Bucket, à la Rooster Sedaris.

"When shit brings you down, just say 'fuck it' and eat yourself some motherfucking candy."

We've been talking about doing this since last winter, and there's no time like the present.

Ava has an empty A Christmas Story popcorn tin we'll be using for the "bucket" part, and though Rooster's is full of candy, I think ours will probably contain thai food and an ice cream cake.  Plus jewelry and other things that make us happy.  Though that sounds pretty perishable and kinda gross.  But the idea of having a Phuket Bucket (full of phuket noodles) made me laugh so hard I snorted.

Wish us luck, Peaches!