Back to work tomorrow teaching the kids! Noooooo! Chicago was SO FUN and RELAXING. I didn’t want to come home. Highlights:
**Going up the escalator from the Chicago Red line stop and having this huge guy in front of me turn around and sneeze at me. A lot of shit flew out of his mouth. Not snot, spit. But damn, a drop of it hit me above my lip. I laughed my ass off. Then this woman who was walking down the stairs said “I *saw* that!” while shaking her head. I kept laughing. “I know,” I replied, “Did he even *see* me?”
Of course some other guy was walking down the street yelling about religion into thin air. Ah, so great, being back in the city.
**Seeing my friend Irie after over five years. He is super nice, squeezable like a teddy, knows the best progressive hip hop (we met him at a lounge where the DJ mixed some rap song with Cory Hart‘s “Sunglasses at Night“ eighties song!), always knows what’s going on, and works at a porn shop that sells pussy molds where he has to fight with crack heads and the last time he did the fucker grabbed his arm, pulled the scab off his new tattoo and fucked it up!
**Later realizing that I probably traumatized my good friend’s girlfriend who dislikes vulgarity and reality by screaming about men who like to fuck women so hard they bleed and what chick likes that I mean I get that some chicks like pain but really to bleed I don’t know about that but whatever it’s cool I just am not into it….She thinks swearing makes one “sound uneducated.” No, lady. Swearing inappropriately makes you seem uneducated. Belting out a good what the fucking fuck amongst friends, or, shit, family, is alll gooood! It relieves stress, damnit!
*Going to the Museum of Contemporary Art for the first time in years. There is a great photography exhibit right now. There were a lot of standouts. They even had some of Larry Clark’s (maker of shocker films like Kids) early stuff. Cool video by this Iranian woman. All good stuff.
*Seeing the Dials finally at the Hideout. Their set was preceded by a Thax Douglas reading. He is an older, chubby gay poet who writes poems inspired by indie bands. Yeah, I know. The one about the Dials had something to do with a snail and was really short. The bitch checking Ids pissed me off, but she was the only person in Chicago during a three-day visit to do! Miraculous!
*Eating pierogis at this new place on Belmont. Spinach and meat are GOOD.
*Getting a pair of Diesel jeans and a cute, short schoolgirl skirt for a total of $12.
*Getting a free button that was supposed to be $2 because the bored, indie rocker cashier was too lazy to ring it up. I threw it on my pile while he was dealing with the clothes and he didn’t notice it until after I paid him. It’s cool to get shit free, but how lazy can someone be? Ha!
*Being on a bus with a take no shit bus driver who totally fucked with a stupid cab driver and watching a bus totally cut off a stupid prick in a purple truck who was turning where he wasn’t supposed.
*Seeing all of my friends, obviously.
*Deciding to cut out drinking for awhile unless I really have a taste for it because it doesn’t make me feel fun at all and doing so will save me money and help me lose those fucking five-to-seven pounds I‘ve been wanting to lose for way too long.
*Eating well, except for my Friday night Jimmy Johns. Seriously. Miso soup and two maki rolls for $6; pierogis; homemade fish tacos with spicy Mexican style polenta and lettuce with cilantro vinaigrette dressing; veggie chorizo with scramble tofu, black beans, tortillas and guac. Yahoo!
*Being around lots of people of varying races and classes, although of course I saw a lot of hipsters and yuppies. None of them really irked me though. People in Chicago seemed so approachable and friendly this trip!
*Listening to my friend totally cuss out some telemarketers on his cell phone.
*Bowling at the recently remodeled Fireside Bowl. I should’ve taken notes. It’s still ugly as hell in there. They could’ve chosen a shade of paint that wasn’t grey or beige. They didn’t change the bar and the beer is still cheap. The bathrooms is the same. But it is not the same. The vibe was so strange. Still crappy but with Depaul kids and yuppies and just normal folks around. Some punkers, a few, bowling. Everyone bowling. No one watching a punk band and posturing. Goddamnit I saw Assuck there. I moved to Chicago ten years ago! So punk! So political! Boy Sets Fire after our house was broken into. Braid a lot. Man. So many bands. There’s still shows there but it’s not often and again, it’s not the same. I don’t like commas tonight.
*Sitting around at Virgin Megastore and people watching. They had a Chuck D doll for sale!
Things that sort of sucked:
+Not being able to see the skull made of melted AC/DC cassettes at the Museum of Surgical whatever due to technology failing and getting a late start.
+Having to run back and forth from J’s to J’s to get my stuff and shower.
+Getting all stupid about a Fendi bag at Neiman Marcus and buying shit at Filene’s Basement that I didn’t need because I was delirious from lack of sustenance.
+Waiting for a half hour to get through the second toll on the way home. Really, how can they tell who has an Ipass or not?
+Coming home to the same old shit.
ATTIDUDE ADJUSTMENT< COMMENCE!
**Going up the escalator from the Chicago Red line stop and having this huge guy in front of me turn around and sneeze at me. A lot of shit flew out of his mouth. Not snot, spit. But damn, a drop of it hit me above my lip. I laughed my ass off. Then this woman who was walking down the stairs said “I *saw* that!” while shaking her head. I kept laughing. “I know,” I replied, “Did he even *see* me?”
Of course some other guy was walking down the street yelling about religion into thin air. Ah, so great, being back in the city.
**Seeing my friend Irie after over five years. He is super nice, squeezable like a teddy, knows the best progressive hip hop (we met him at a lounge where the DJ mixed some rap song with Cory Hart‘s “Sunglasses at Night“ eighties song!), always knows what’s going on, and works at a porn shop that sells pussy molds where he has to fight with crack heads and the last time he did the fucker grabbed his arm, pulled the scab off his new tattoo and fucked it up!
**Later realizing that I probably traumatized my good friend’s girlfriend who dislikes vulgarity and reality by screaming about men who like to fuck women so hard they bleed and what chick likes that I mean I get that some chicks like pain but really to bleed I don’t know about that but whatever it’s cool I just am not into it….She thinks swearing makes one “sound uneducated.” No, lady. Swearing inappropriately makes you seem uneducated. Belting out a good what the fucking fuck amongst friends, or, shit, family, is alll gooood! It relieves stress, damnit!
*Going to the Museum of Contemporary Art for the first time in years. There is a great photography exhibit right now. There were a lot of standouts. They even had some of Larry Clark’s (maker of shocker films like Kids) early stuff. Cool video by this Iranian woman. All good stuff.
*Seeing the Dials finally at the Hideout. Their set was preceded by a Thax Douglas reading. He is an older, chubby gay poet who writes poems inspired by indie bands. Yeah, I know. The one about the Dials had something to do with a snail and was really short. The bitch checking Ids pissed me off, but she was the only person in Chicago during a three-day visit to do! Miraculous!
*Eating pierogis at this new place on Belmont. Spinach and meat are GOOD.
*Getting a pair of Diesel jeans and a cute, short schoolgirl skirt for a total of $12.
*Getting a free button that was supposed to be $2 because the bored, indie rocker cashier was too lazy to ring it up. I threw it on my pile while he was dealing with the clothes and he didn’t notice it until after I paid him. It’s cool to get shit free, but how lazy can someone be? Ha!
*Being on a bus with a take no shit bus driver who totally fucked with a stupid cab driver and watching a bus totally cut off a stupid prick in a purple truck who was turning where he wasn’t supposed.
*Seeing all of my friends, obviously.
*Deciding to cut out drinking for awhile unless I really have a taste for it because it doesn’t make me feel fun at all and doing so will save me money and help me lose those fucking five-to-seven pounds I‘ve been wanting to lose for way too long.
*Eating well, except for my Friday night Jimmy Johns. Seriously. Miso soup and two maki rolls for $6; pierogis; homemade fish tacos with spicy Mexican style polenta and lettuce with cilantro vinaigrette dressing; veggie chorizo with scramble tofu, black beans, tortillas and guac. Yahoo!
*Being around lots of people of varying races and classes, although of course I saw a lot of hipsters and yuppies. None of them really irked me though. People in Chicago seemed so approachable and friendly this trip!
*Listening to my friend totally cuss out some telemarketers on his cell phone.
*Bowling at the recently remodeled Fireside Bowl. I should’ve taken notes. It’s still ugly as hell in there. They could’ve chosen a shade of paint that wasn’t grey or beige. They didn’t change the bar and the beer is still cheap. The bathrooms is the same. But it is not the same. The vibe was so strange. Still crappy but with Depaul kids and yuppies and just normal folks around. Some punkers, a few, bowling. Everyone bowling. No one watching a punk band and posturing. Goddamnit I saw Assuck there. I moved to Chicago ten years ago! So punk! So political! Boy Sets Fire after our house was broken into. Braid a lot. Man. So many bands. There’s still shows there but it’s not often and again, it’s not the same. I don’t like commas tonight.
*Sitting around at Virgin Megastore and people watching. They had a Chuck D doll for sale!
Things that sort of sucked:
+Not being able to see the skull made of melted AC/DC cassettes at the Museum of Surgical whatever due to technology failing and getting a late start.
+Having to run back and forth from J’s to J’s to get my stuff and shower.
+Getting all stupid about a Fendi bag at Neiman Marcus and buying shit at Filene’s Basement that I didn’t need because I was delirious from lack of sustenance.
+Waiting for a half hour to get through the second toll on the way home. Really, how can they tell who has an Ipass or not?
+Coming home to the same old shit.
ATTIDUDE ADJUSTMENT< COMMENCE!
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