My trip home....

KRP's tips on how to Bar Crawl like a star:


If you want to have a bar crawl, hit me up, I'll show you how it's done! The key to a great one is how you start... on this faithful barcrawl just after I moved to Chicago and was heading home to Cuse to visit... this is how it began...

I'm laying in my own pool of piss, I need to catch a plane in 2 hours and I'm unpacked and a bit disoriented. Okay Katy, jump in the shower, throw some clothes in a suitcase and hop on the blue line to Ohare.

I know what you're thinking... How the 'Hot Carl' did I get here!

Shortly after I moved to the amazing city of Chicago, I had went home to visit my family and friends I missed dearly. As you probably already know, I'm from the home of the Orangemen, Syracuse, NY (Cuse). No that's not near the city, and no, I don't have a NY accent, not even a fake one!

At this time in my life my boyfriends name was "Wart," (yea... Wart, lets leave the jokes for later), and he was also from The great town of Cuse. We moved to Chicago together, but this trip home was just me on my own. To reflect on and think about what the fuck I was doing.... So it's a Thursday night in Chi and I hit up my friend Lex and as usual he always had a fun night planned for every night of the week.

We meet up for a friends BBQ and we quickly pick up the pace to do a little bar hopping in Lakeview so I can get home early to pack for my flight the next morning.

So here is where the story begins... on the way to ORD, the first thing you need to know is I made it no problem, and even with a little extra time to grab a bloody for my hangover that will probably kick in in an hour shortly after I get over still being shitfaced. Obviously I was going to meet a friend or two at this bar.

The best friends are the ones that can convince you to miss a flight, next thing you know I miss my flight and reschedule another for an hour later.

Disaster averted, so being the polite Cuse girl I am... I call Wart, and my Mom, and both are pissed off at me, and me being KRP, I quickly remind them that it's better to be pissed off then pissed on!

So me and my two new friends decide to start our own bar crawl..... In the process another flight is missed. Whoops, I then reschedule for another 2 hours later, no biggie! All the while my new friends keep rescheduling their flights as well so we can continue our bar crawl in the airport.

Next thing you know we are in a sports bar with a whole group of airport-ians and they all join in on this bar crawl... it was a movement of debauchery that I can show you how to achieve.

That day I was at Ohare from 8am until midnight, and finally made it to Cuse by 1:30am.