how are people supposed to get important things done, like IDE submissions to the FDA, when in existence there are things like the internet? with blogs! and gossip sites! and photography sites! and other hysterical things to read! and things to explore!
internets, I can't begin to express just how much I love thee.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thanks, I sure will.
"hey, have a fantastic weekend. i hope you avoid masturbating ohio state alums and
wooden would-be lovers."
wooden would-be lovers."
Friday Fun-The Mosquito
According to this article, there is new technology out there used as a repellent for teenagers. It's a high-pitched sound that, when played, is only audible to people ages 25 and under. Businesses in the UK play this to keep those pesky kids away.
Apparently the teens found out about this and took it upon themselves to transfer this sound to MP3 ringtones. Now they can call and text while in school and the teachers can't hear a thing. Pretty smart if you ask me.
I didn't believe it myself until I read this article and listened to the sound clip at the end. I can hear the annoying cricket noise and it hurts my ears (I'm 24). I tested it on a couple of people in my office (obviously I didn't tell them what to listen for). Both are in their early thirties and they could only hear the random people in the background, not the high-pitched annoyance.
Try it out, pretty interesting.
Apparently the teens found out about this and took it upon themselves to transfer this sound to MP3 ringtones. Now they can call and text while in school and the teachers can't hear a thing. Pretty smart if you ask me.
I didn't believe it myself until I read this article and listened to the sound clip at the end. I can hear the annoying cricket noise and it hurts my ears (I'm 24). I tested it on a couple of people in my office (obviously I didn't tell them what to listen for). Both are in their early thirties and they could only hear the random people in the background, not the high-pitched annoyance.
Try it out, pretty interesting.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
on barfing.
Co-worker that sits diagonal from me just called his fiance to wish her a Happy One Month Pre-Wedding Anniversary.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Impromptu Emotional Alice in Chains Review
Completely rocked my face off...fucked-up guitars, no Layne, a pissed-off Jerry Cantrell and all.
And, the opening band, Fair to Midland, while not necessarily my kind of music, was pretty damn good. Their singer has an incredible range and belts every song. And dances around like he's either coked out of his mind or being electrocuted when he's not singing. And he likes to be on the ground. "Intense" is the word that keeps coming to mind. I met him after the show and he was calm, cool and collected. Very appreciative, cordial and well-spoken. Quite precious, actually.
Then Jerry walked by and got in the truck parked a foot from my person. He couldn't be further from my "type" physically, with the hard-rocker/teetering on redneck thing he's got going on, but I find myself crazily attracted to him. I think it's the guitar thing. And the seeming to be cool as all hell thing. Whatever.
Why must I be in love with every talented male musician? It's so fucking cliche. Oh well.
And, the opening band, Fair to Midland, while not necessarily my kind of music, was pretty damn good. Their singer has an incredible range and belts every song. And dances around like he's either coked out of his mind or being electrocuted when he's not singing. And he likes to be on the ground. "Intense" is the word that keeps coming to mind. I met him after the show and he was calm, cool and collected. Very appreciative, cordial and well-spoken. Quite precious, actually.
Then Jerry walked by and got in the truck parked a foot from my person. He couldn't be further from my "type" physically, with the hard-rocker/teetering on redneck thing he's got going on, but I find myself crazily attracted to him. I think it's the guitar thing. And the seeming to be cool as all hell thing. Whatever.
Why must I be in love with every talented male musician? It's so fucking cliche. Oh well.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Impromptu Emotional Pearl Jam Review
Um, the Pearl Jam show. One word: disappointing. Utterly, devastatingly disappointing. They played two nights and we saw the second show. Friends that saw the first show insisted that it was the best show they had ever seen. The setlist supported this claim. So, going into last night's show we were quite sure that it wouldn't be repeated.
And we were right. Admittedly, I was WAY too hyped for this show; my expectations were through the roof. I consider myself an above average Pearl Jam fan and I wasn't into over half of the show. They played a ton from their new album, which is fine and to be expected, but obviously those songs don't have the same energy and connection with the fans at this point. No one really knows any of it yet. They made a smart decision to get most of the new stuff in at the start of the show when they had everyone's attention by default and then moved on to their older songs.
The setlist was mediocre at best and only in "Alive," "Glorified G," and "Animal" (and maybe "Elderly Woman...") did the real Pearl Jam come out. Three songs out of thirty-one? That's sad. We did get "Crown of Thorns" which was a nice surprise.
Vedder was wasted, slurring at times, which didn't help things. The main set left much to be desired, but when they rocked out the first encore with "Alive," hope returned that things could turn around. Oh, but then they pulled out "Last Kiss." Terrible. Worst song ever. But everyone went nuts. They loved it. Did I miss a memo? To add insult to injury, the mic Vedder used was fading out so it sounded awful. And the purple and red ridiculous stage lighting during the song? Ugh.
To completely kill the mood, the main lights came on and remained on for the last two songs. They ended with "Yellow Ledbetter" which is promising, no? I mean, with a song that has the most recognizable opening riff of all Pearl Jam songs, they could really do something with it. And they didn't. That, and "Better Man," both songs they tore through without the depth those songs deserve.
If I had seen the first show, I don't think the second show would have been as huge of a let-down. And maybe I didn't get as much out of it because I'm not a die-hard fan. They played quite a few old hidden gems, which is great, but it did nothing to really draw the crowd in.
Luckily, I had access to a set of binoculars so I could see Vedder close-up, so that helped things. And don't give me shit about swooning over a singer. I spent many a year pining over that man's hair, eyes and voice. I deserved to see as much in person as possible. To satisfy my loins, he pulled a few of the double-handed, forehead to crown hair-pull-back followed by the double-handed overlapping grip of the microphone partially covering his mouth maneuvers. I personally wrote Jesus a thank-you letter this morning.
But, no amount of searing Vedder hotness could make up for the show. "Black" came on the radio on the way home and I actually started to tear-up a bit; quite ridiculous I know, but I was that disappointed.
Fingers crossed this doesn't happen with Radiohead next month.
And we were right. Admittedly, I was WAY too hyped for this show; my expectations were through the roof. I consider myself an above average Pearl Jam fan and I wasn't into over half of the show. They played a ton from their new album, which is fine and to be expected, but obviously those songs don't have the same energy and connection with the fans at this point. No one really knows any of it yet. They made a smart decision to get most of the new stuff in at the start of the show when they had everyone's attention by default and then moved on to their older songs.
The setlist was mediocre at best and only in "Alive," "Glorified G," and "Animal" (and maybe "Elderly Woman...") did the real Pearl Jam come out. Three songs out of thirty-one? That's sad. We did get "Crown of Thorns" which was a nice surprise.
Vedder was wasted, slurring at times, which didn't help things. The main set left much to be desired, but when they rocked out the first encore with "Alive," hope returned that things could turn around. Oh, but then they pulled out "Last Kiss." Terrible. Worst song ever. But everyone went nuts. They loved it. Did I miss a memo? To add insult to injury, the mic Vedder used was fading out so it sounded awful. And the purple and red ridiculous stage lighting during the song? Ugh.
To completely kill the mood, the main lights came on and remained on for the last two songs. They ended with "Yellow Ledbetter" which is promising, no? I mean, with a song that has the most recognizable opening riff of all Pearl Jam songs, they could really do something with it. And they didn't. That, and "Better Man," both songs they tore through without the depth those songs deserve.
If I had seen the first show, I don't think the second show would have been as huge of a let-down. And maybe I didn't get as much out of it because I'm not a die-hard fan. They played quite a few old hidden gems, which is great, but it did nothing to really draw the crowd in.
Luckily, I had access to a set of binoculars so I could see Vedder close-up, so that helped things. And don't give me shit about swooning over a singer. I spent many a year pining over that man's hair, eyes and voice. I deserved to see as much in person as possible. To satisfy my loins, he pulled a few of the double-handed, forehead to crown hair-pull-back followed by the double-handed overlapping grip of the microphone partially covering his mouth maneuvers. I personally wrote Jesus a thank-you letter this morning.
But, no amount of searing Vedder hotness could make up for the show. "Black" came on the radio on the way home and I actually started to tear-up a bit; quite ridiculous I know, but I was that disappointed.
Fingers crossed this doesn't happen with Radiohead next month.
Monday, May 15, 2006
The Bitterest of the Betty's
On the night of Jen's Going-Away party at Casey Moran's, her younger cousin, Allison, came to party with us. Allison graduated from college in December and moved to Chicago in January. Since then, she has been swept up in the joy and grandeur that is the single, early-twenties party life here. Which is fantastic. As she recounts bar/boy stories for Jen and I, we both smile and chuckle at her naivete. She has so much to learn. And she'll learn in time. Almost every guy in Chicago completely blows ass. Especially when in a bar setting.
Very, VERY late in the evening at Moran's, after Mint Juleps, Maker's Mark, Guinness, shots of Jameson and some other clear citron-type drink, I wasoffering slurring boy advice to Allison. Mostly (I think) about not falling for any of the crap that flows freely out of a guy's mouth.
I had completely forgotten about this until I read the following on Allison's Instant Messenger profile:
Amanda's "You're Like Family" Slimy Boy Lecture:
"No. No, no, no, no no. No! Anything, no. EVERYTHING, no. No. NO! No. No. No. NO! No no no no no. NO. NO. Nuh-uh. No! No."
"But I just wanted a free drink."
"Oh! Yes, that's fine."
Very, VERY late in the evening at Moran's, after Mint Juleps, Maker's Mark, Guinness, shots of Jameson and some other clear citron-type drink, I was
I had completely forgotten about this until I read the following on Allison's Instant Messenger profile:
Amanda's "You're Like Family" Slimy Boy Lecture:
"No. No, no, no, no no. No! Anything, no. EVERYTHING, no. No. NO! No. No. No. NO! No no no no no. NO. NO. Nuh-uh. No! No."
"But I just wanted a free drink."
"Oh! Yes, that's fine."
Friday, May 12, 2006
Starbucks Day Care and Friday Fun
I've been driving to work for about a month now and after extensive experimentation, I have found the route that is not only the fastest, but also has a Starbucks perfectly situated along the way. There's always a parking spot right in front. Just for me.
If it's a good day and I'm there by 7:30 a.m. it's calm, peaceful and efficient. After that, you might as well forget it. Starting around 8 a.m. all of the stay-at-home mom's and their children convene at the Starbucks at Lincoln and Barry. Everyday. It's unbelieveable. The walk from the door to the counter involves dodging strollers and small children running around and screaming. The moms sit around in their little Coffee-Talk circles while their offspring are either wandering aimlessly throughout the store or sitting around with other kids screaming and playing with toys.
And it's the super yuppie moms too, which is the worst. They are dressed in perfect coordination with their $700 Bugaboo strollers and feel that it is their right and priviledge to let their children do whatever they want. This morning I was in there for a good five minutes and not once did a mom say A WORD to any of the six kids running around, bumping into people in line, or making crashing and siren sounds for their toy cars. These three kids, at a table situated a good distance from the Mom Circle, were constantly screaming at each other and across the store to the moms.
I don't expect people to keep their kids silent and tethered to their side. No, wait, I do, but I know that it's not possible. But when you're in a small coffee shop, as opposed to say, I don't know, a park, there has to be a limit. Especially when the other patrons are cranky adults just trying to get some fucking coffee and attempt to start their day in relative peace. So rude.
Moving on.
For your viewing pleasure and procrastination assistance, check this guy out. Super.
I'm moving this weekend. In the rain and cold. Not super.
If it's a good day and I'm there by 7:30 a.m. it's calm, peaceful and efficient. After that, you might as well forget it. Starting around 8 a.m. all of the stay-at-home mom's and their children convene at the Starbucks at Lincoln and Barry. Everyday. It's unbelieveable. The walk from the door to the counter involves dodging strollers and small children running around and screaming. The moms sit around in their little Coffee-Talk circles while their offspring are either wandering aimlessly throughout the store or sitting around with other kids screaming and playing with toys.
And it's the super yuppie moms too, which is the worst. They are dressed in perfect coordination with their $700 Bugaboo strollers and feel that it is their right and priviledge to let their children do whatever they want. This morning I was in there for a good five minutes and not once did a mom say A WORD to any of the six kids running around, bumping into people in line, or making crashing and siren sounds for their toy cars. These three kids, at a table situated a good distance from the Mom Circle, were constantly screaming at each other and across the store to the moms.
I don't expect people to keep their kids silent and tethered to their side. No, wait, I do, but I know that it's not possible. But when you're in a small coffee shop, as opposed to say, I don't know, a park, there has to be a limit. Especially when the other patrons are cranky adults just trying to get some fucking coffee and attempt to start their day in relative peace. So rude.
Moving on.
For your viewing pleasure and procrastination assistance, check this guy out. Super.
I'm moving this weekend. In the rain and cold. Not super.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Conan Day 2006
In an irony to end all ironies, Jen, the one who absolutely CAN NOT stay awake past 10:30pm unless she's vodka-and-tonic-ing her way through the night, and has therefore seen maybe two minutes of Conan O'Brien in her life, scored two tickets to see the taping of his show here in Chicago. The fact that she included a picture of our friends dressed as Conan and Triumph the Insult Comic Dog last halloween in her emailed plea to see the show probably helped. I, a true fan due to his hilarity and my insomnia, was not so lucky. Jen knows how I feel about him so she was nice enough to give me her other ticket. She's great like that. What a peach.
The original plan was for me to meet Jen at the Chicago Theatre around 3pm for the show. She was getting there around noon to get in line. After back-to-back-to-back meetings all morning, I arrived back at my desk all in a fluster with 10 gabillion things to get done. I see that I have 5 missed calls from Jen.
She's frantically calling me to say that she can't get in line without me there, blah blah I have to drop everything and get there NOW. So, at 1pm, I threw the stack of work stuff to get done on my desk, ran to the bathroom and did a clothing change that would make Clark Kent jealous as all hell and grabbed a cab. We were in line with a wristband and ticket by 1:30. And then we stood and waited. Crammed in with thousands of other Conan fans. For three hours.
The Conan staff kept reminding us (via bullhorn) that although we were there 4 hours prior to taping, had wristbands and tickets, that was not enough to guarantee a seat at the show. It was a nauseously nerve-wracking few hours. I mean, there was a chance we wouldn't get to see Conan. And that was not something I was ok with.
I would like to take this opportunity to applaud the organizers of this thing. It was flawless. Even though they were dealing with thousands of crazy people out on the streets of downtown Chicago, it was efficient and seamless. Great job, Conan O'Brien staff. And thanks for those port-o-pots in that sweet ass alley. Two of the worst things ever, a nasty creepy alley and the disgustingness that defines portable shitters, combined to create my worst nightmare. Good work.
All of our worrying was quickly assuaged when we walked into the gorgeous Chicago Theatre and realized that our seats were 15 rows back, on the floor, just to the left of center. Unreal.
Conan's studio in New York seats something like 200 people. This theater holds over 3,000. And it was packed. The vibe of excitement in the audience was electric. If someone had lit a match the place would have exploded (from the oh-so-flammable excitedness? I don't know. You get the point.)
When Max Weinberg and the Max Weinberg Seven walked out you would have thought it was the fucking Beatles circa 1963. Insanity. I can't even describe what happened when Conan, the man himself, came out on stage. If you happened to catch the episode last night you got a little taste of it. It was out of control. We screamed and clapped and cheered at a deafening level for over 5 minutes. Everyone was out of their minds excited to see this show. And for good reason, he's piss-your-pants funny. And all of the little extra stuff you get to see that doesn't make it on the air...sweet jesus.
A few things:
- Conan is HUGE. Enormous.
- The whole "be cool my babies" thing he does during the applause at the beginning is 10,000 times funnier in person.
- Even though I think the Masturbating Bear is pointless and never funny, the bit they did with him skydiving in on Chicago was priceless.
- They run the show with such precision, it's amazing. And super fun to watch.
- Why Cheap Trick did "Surrender" instead of "I Want You To Want Me" will haunt me to the grave. They should have thought a bit about the demographic of the audience. Most of us were in diapers (or not even born) when they were "big." Everyone just kinda stood around and then perked up a titch during, "momma's alright, daddy's alright..." Definitely a poor choice. Plus, I was so pumped to hear "I Want You To Want Me" and we all know that what I want is the only thing that matters.
Overall it was an absolute blast. The man is a riot. And Sean Hayes (Jack from Will&Grace)? Only one of my favorite TV characters of all time. Good times.
In the words of a handful of annoying frat guys who repeatedly tried (unsuccessfully) to get attention during the taping, "I LOVE YOU, CONAN!"
The original plan was for me to meet Jen at the Chicago Theatre around 3pm for the show. She was getting there around noon to get in line. After back-to-back-to-back meetings all morning, I arrived back at my desk all in a fluster with 10 gabillion things to get done. I see that I have 5 missed calls from Jen.
She's frantically calling me to say that she can't get in line without me there, blah blah I have to drop everything and get there NOW. So, at 1pm, I threw the stack of work stuff to get done on my desk, ran to the bathroom and did a clothing change that would make Clark Kent jealous as all hell and grabbed a cab. We were in line with a wristband and ticket by 1:30. And then we stood and waited. Crammed in with thousands of other Conan fans. For three hours.
The Conan staff kept reminding us (via bullhorn) that although we were there 4 hours prior to taping, had wristbands and tickets, that was not enough to guarantee a seat at the show. It was a nauseously nerve-wracking few hours. I mean, there was a chance we wouldn't get to see Conan. And that was not something I was ok with.
I would like to take this opportunity to applaud the organizers of this thing. It was flawless. Even though they were dealing with thousands of crazy people out on the streets of downtown Chicago, it was efficient and seamless. Great job, Conan O'Brien staff. And thanks for those port-o-pots in that sweet ass alley. Two of the worst things ever, a nasty creepy alley and the disgustingness that defines portable shitters, combined to create my worst nightmare. Good work.
All of our worrying was quickly assuaged when we walked into the gorgeous Chicago Theatre and realized that our seats were 15 rows back, on the floor, just to the left of center. Unreal.
Conan's studio in New York seats something like 200 people. This theater holds over 3,000. And it was packed. The vibe of excitement in the audience was electric. If someone had lit a match the place would have exploded (from the oh-so-flammable excitedness? I don't know. You get the point.)
When Max Weinberg and the Max Weinberg Seven walked out you would have thought it was the fucking Beatles circa 1963. Insanity. I can't even describe what happened when Conan, the man himself, came out on stage. If you happened to catch the episode last night you got a little taste of it. It was out of control. We screamed and clapped and cheered at a deafening level for over 5 minutes. Everyone was out of their minds excited to see this show. And for good reason, he's piss-your-pants funny. And all of the little extra stuff you get to see that doesn't make it on the air...sweet jesus.
A few things:
- Conan is HUGE. Enormous.
- The whole "be cool my babies" thing he does during the applause at the beginning is 10,000 times funnier in person.
- Even though I think the Masturbating Bear is pointless and never funny, the bit they did with him skydiving in on Chicago was priceless.
- They run the show with such precision, it's amazing. And super fun to watch.
- Why Cheap Trick did "Surrender" instead of "I Want You To Want Me" will haunt me to the grave. They should have thought a bit about the demographic of the audience. Most of us were in diapers (or not even born) when they were "big." Everyone just kinda stood around and then perked up a titch during, "momma's alright, daddy's alright..." Definitely a poor choice. Plus, I was so pumped to hear "I Want You To Want Me" and we all know that what I want is the only thing that matters.
Overall it was an absolute blast. The man is a riot. And Sean Hayes (Jack from Will&Grace)? Only one of my favorite TV characters of all time. Good times.
In the words of a handful of annoying frat guys who repeatedly tried (unsuccessfully) to get attention during the taping, "I LOVE YOU, CONAN!"
Monday, May 08, 2006
oh, by the way...
I'm going to see Conan O'Brien tomorrow. Shit, I'm jealous of myself.
They keep playing that Blue October song "Hate Me" and I've decided it's the most depressing song I've heard in a long time.
They keep playing that Blue October song "Hate Me" and I've decided it's the most depressing song I've heard in a long time.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Cinco de My God She Knows Me Too Well
kelleymd09: are you not doing anything tonight?
kelleymd09: i would have thought you'd be dancing around the sombrero by now
kelleymd09: half naked with a midget named juan carlos
kelleymd09: serving guacamole off his head
kelleymd09: i would have thought you'd be dancing around the sombrero by now
kelleymd09: half naked with a midget named juan carlos
kelleymd09: serving guacamole off his head
the post that would have been
I've tried for two hours to rewrite the post that was unexpectedly and tragically taken from me by blogger (see below). And it's not coming back to me. I was so in the zone when I wrote it, full-on Will Ferrell Old School blackout style.
Here's all that's left. All that's left of my post and my crushed soul:
"Ok, between this post and this video clip, I've gone through three Kleenex. My hormones have been pretty out of control lately, but this is getting ridiculous.
(INSERT FIVE MISSING PARAGRAPHS HERE. FUCK.)
I know what you're going to say. I say the same thing to myself (quietly) when I start thinking like this; it's all in how you approach it. If you think a relationship is going to fail then it will, it'll happen when the time is right, it'll happen when you least expect it blah blah blah. That's all fine and good, but you tell me what it is that I have to do or drink to have faith in such things again.
I'm finally over the "You Have To Get Married Right Out Of College Because That's Just What You Do So Settle For The Best Of What's Around Even If You're Not Completely Happy Because The Married Thing Is More Important Than Finding Yourself And What Really Makes You Happy" mentality (which, inconsequently, has been scientifically proven to be the longest-named mentality in the world today) so I'm at a place where I'm ready to be in a relationship for all of the right reasons. But, it's the getting there that's the problem. I'm so defensive that I even scare myself off at times.
This all got started when a girlfriend of mine showed me her wedding invitation. On the front they have a picture of the two of them on a kayaking trip. It's early morning, a heavy fog has descended on water that is still as glass. They're each in their own kayak, saddled-up right next to one another and he is leaning over giving her a kiss on the cheek. Unbeknownst to them, a friend behind them snapped the picture. It's perfect.
The past two and a half years have felt like a maniacal kayaking trip through Class V whitewater rapids. But more recently, due to some pretty significant changes in my life, it feels like I'm through all of that and finally gliding along on some still-ass calm waters.
And I sure wouldn't mind having someone cool in the kayak right next to mine."
Here's all that's left. All that's left of my post and my crushed soul:
"Ok, between this post and this video clip, I've gone through three Kleenex. My hormones have been pretty out of control lately, but this is getting ridiculous.
(INSERT FIVE MISSING PARAGRAPHS HERE. FUCK.)
I know what you're going to say. I say the same thing to myself (quietly) when I start thinking like this; it's all in how you approach it. If you think a relationship is going to fail then it will, it'll happen when the time is right, it'll happen when you least expect it blah blah blah. That's all fine and good, but you tell me what it is that I have to do or drink to have faith in such things again.
I'm finally over the "You Have To Get Married Right Out Of College Because That's Just What You Do So Settle For The Best Of What's Around Even If You're Not Completely Happy Because The Married Thing Is More Important Than Finding Yourself And What Really Makes You Happy" mentality (which, inconsequently, has been scientifically proven to be the longest-named mentality in the world today) so I'm at a place where I'm ready to be in a relationship for all of the right reasons. But, it's the getting there that's the problem. I'm so defensive that I even scare myself off at times.
This all got started when a girlfriend of mine showed me her wedding invitation. On the front they have a picture of the two of them on a kayaking trip. It's early morning, a heavy fog has descended on water that is still as glass. They're each in their own kayak, saddled-up right next to one another and he is leaning over giving her a kiss on the cheek. Unbeknownst to them, a friend behind them snapped the picture. It's perfect.
The past two and a half years have felt like a maniacal kayaking trip through Class V whitewater rapids. But more recently, due to some pretty significant changes in my life, it feels like I'm through all of that and finally gliding along on some still-ass calm waters.
And I sure wouldn't mind having someone cool in the kayak right next to mine."
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!
I just wrote this fucking great, wonderful long-ass post and when I went to publish it something happened with something with blogger with the html with something where I tried to italicize a word AND THE WHOLE FUCKING THING EXCEPT FOR THE FIRST SENTENCE AND PART OF THE LAST PARAGRAPH DISAPPEARED. GONE. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I've been fighting back tears and puke for an hour. I can't believe how pissed I am.
Viva la cinco de mayo.
I've been fighting back tears and puke for an hour. I can't believe how pissed I am.
Viva la cinco de mayo.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
a few things about today
Eyes won't stop stinging or stay open for longer than 5 minutes at a time due to 12 hours of drinking yesterday and approximately an hour of sleep last night.
Apparently I can no longer pull off such feats without feeling like absolute ass the next day.
Apparently I am getting old.
In my zombie-like state this morning I forgot to q-tip my ears. They feel itchy and potentially still a titch damp.
In the past 24 hours I have consumed nachos, beer, a Hebrew National dog (complete with grilled onions, mustard and relish), beer, wings, more beer, wings (again), and even more beer. Oh, and some Jamocha Almond Fudge ice cream. Hello, I'm the new Kirstie Alley.
A co-worker finally convinced me to go to Cafe Salsa for the "famed" $4 burrito Wednesday. He's asked me every Wednesday for months. Today I finally said yes. We show up and Cafe Salsa is no longer in business. It was in business when he was there last Wednesday, but not today. Gone. Boarded up. The windows, the doors, everything. I love you. Frank.
Apparently I can no longer pull off such feats without feeling like absolute ass the next day.
Apparently I am getting old.
In my zombie-like state this morning I forgot to q-tip my ears. They feel itchy and potentially still a titch damp.
In the past 24 hours I have consumed nachos, beer, a Hebrew National dog (complete with grilled onions, mustard and relish), beer, wings, more beer, wings (again), and even more beer. Oh, and some Jamocha Almond Fudge ice cream. Hello, I'm the new Kirstie Alley.
A co-worker finally convinced me to go to Cafe Salsa for the "famed" $4 burrito Wednesday. He's asked me every Wednesday for months. Today I finally said yes. We show up and Cafe Salsa is no longer in business. It was in business when he was there last Wednesday, but not today. Gone. Boarded up. The windows, the doors, everything. I love you. Frank.
buy my couches!
yo, blog world, help me get rid of my couches...
Here's the link to my craigslist posting.
If anyone in the Chicago area needs couches or knows someone who might, let me know ASAP!
They're great couches, a sofabed and loveseat still in great condition. I don't have any pets and don't smoke. Well, not in the house at least.
You know you want them.
Here's the link to my craigslist posting.
If anyone in the Chicago area needs couches or knows someone who might, let me know ASAP!
They're great couches, a sofabed and loveseat still in great condition. I don't have any pets and don't smoke. Well, not in the house at least.
You know you want them.
Monday, May 01, 2006
steve was here.
My dad was here this past weekend and needless to say it was fantastic.
The first thing he saw when he got off the train downtown was this homeless dude holding a huge sign that read,
"The Feds moved my '96 Chevy some place and drugged my coffee."
He was laughing so hard trying to tell me about it. Gotta love the city.
We went to a Cubs game on Friday and he was like a 5-year-old little boy:
Ugh, he's the cutest. Amen.
The first thing he saw when he got off the train downtown was this homeless dude holding a huge sign that read,
"The Feds moved my '96 Chevy some place and drugged my coffee."
He was laughing so hard trying to tell me about it. Gotta love the city.
We went to a Cubs game on Friday and he was like a 5-year-old little boy:
Ugh, he's the cutest. Amen.
The whole weekend was a blast. Bars, Cubs game, Wendella Architecture Tour, Tango Sur, drinks at the Signature Lounge atop the John Hancock building, more bars, tons more food and lots of coffee.
If you're bored, here are the pictures from the architecture tour. It's all buildings and whatnot. What a gorgeous and fascinating city I live in. I'm finally head over heels in love with this place.
Architecture Tour Photos
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