I found two buttons today to add to my priviously disclosed button/ marble collection. Pretty Lucky. The events of my day followed accordingly.

•  I spent the first hour at work looking up summer housing with my supervisor. In case you didn't know, finding a 3 month lease for a two bedroom place that is furnished and under $1500 a month is quite difficult. Luckily my supervisor was willing to help me look and we came up with a few leads.

• We had a solid lead on a place that was going to be awesome. Pool, sundeck, parking garage, dry-cleaning, complementary shoe shine ect. But luckily my supervisor made so much fun of me for thinking it could be real that, as an attempt to prove him wrong, I went down to the said building and learned that it was in fact a fraud. I almost felt duped but then again, "we busted the scammer", so I will take it as a life lesson. Megan Kennedy, you will get yours.

• Another life lesson learned at the DMV while trying to get an 18 year old a state id:
•  You need two forms of proof of address, social security card, birth certificate and something with your signature on it to even be able to wait in the 4 hour line.
• Yelling at DMV employees about policy does not in fact change the policy, it only gives you a pass to come back the following day and wait in the lines all over again. Calling the guy at the desk "fat boy" clearly doesn't help either. Luckily the situation did not escalate to physical violence. What can I say except that clearly it was a "two button" day for the DMV employees.
•  Last but certainly the most important proof of me having the luckiest day EVER was manifested at drag bingo. Hamburger Mary's Monday night bingo, at which we are now considered veterans, I won, big time. Grand prize winner right here.  

This is Ronnie Kroell.

Apparently Ronnie is a pretty big deal in the gay scene of Chicago because of his stint on "Make Me a Supermodel" for which he came in second.  He is also an active gay rights activist and an openly gay man.

This is my signed Playgirl magazine in which Ronnie has an entire spread (no pun intended) and my invitation to have coffee with Ronnie next time he is in town.
There was a table of women who had won three rounds of bingo over the course of the evening and they wanted to trade one of their prizes for the magazine.  They were from out of town so they gave me a three month membership to a local fitness center in exchange for just the magazine. I still get to meet him and I get to workout for free for three months.

So luckily Ronnie Kroell exists, luckily Abby made me go to Drag bingo and luckily my life rules.