What A Bender

Still getting over the Fourth weekend. Three days off (Gisele too), drinking late, rising later. Rasners on the 4th. Stuck on the grill. Passing out the fireworks. Burnt-ass thumb. Going to Foot and passing out on the bar. Bowling on burnt-ass thumb with crew from work tonight (7/7, ok at first, pussing and shit at the end fucking my game up).

4 weeks to go still.

Damn my liver hates me.

If you lay with dogs don't get pissed about the fleas'.

My Own Private Idaho (Read Hell)

Day off spent calling to Cali about shit. An buying shit. Did i mention i didnt want this shit? Why do i have to do this shit? What part of 'if you want to do it your way do it yourself (and pay for it)' do you not get? Arrgh!!

Uggh

The wifey is gone for a week and a half and I''m on a bender. Things should be looking pretty good soon. I'll see you at the 4 o'clock bar for the next few days.

Welcome to the Weekend

BTW, I'm fucked up. Grilling and drinking at Jenni V's. I smell of charcoal and chicken. Mmmnnn. Fuckin fucked up.

There Goes the Weekend

Ok, what up? Second weekend in a row where I hang with Gville people. Crazy. Almost makes me wanna move back. But totally can't, if Z goes to school and all. I can live there, but having to support her too. Weird. Old heartstrings are being pulled on.

Damn Southern Moms II

They're the best. Really. Still giving a shit about you long after the fact you ain't in the family. Don't see that kinda love up North too much.

We'll see how this West Coast Mom thing goes. Word is I've already got the females on my side, even if they are Californians. Course that may say volumes about her past boys.

Had an afternoon drinking session with some buds from G'ville. No breakfast or lunch and we're killing PBR and Leinnie's at the Bottle in the middle of the afternoon on Saturday. Talking shit and remembering G'ville. Almost wanted to move back that day. Polish food on Chicago Ave. and watching the White Sox drill the Cubs. What a Saturday.

Goodtimes.

Need to get down there. Need to remind myself of who I am and where I'm from and the people I knew before I up and go someplace new again.

I've realized Chicago is too cold to drink in your underwear all day on your porch damnit.

Damn Southern Mothers

Why do they have to be so pesky and better than their daughters?

Chad, you have no idea what you are going to get yer ass into.

Bataan Death March

So Zell drags my ass out of bed before 10am to go shopping for a suit today. Mind you between six days a week at work and going to school from 11am to 7pm I haven't had a day off in a month the last thing I wantd to do was get out of bed before NOON on this glorious day off. But it had to be done.

First went to breakfast at Leos. Same menu, but the place looks cleaner. Then went to Milwaukee Ave to find some vintage stuff. From Ashland to the McDonalds there was only one store open. Everything else was shut down or vacant. Sign o the times. Went that way up a good chunk of the street. Seems Milwaukee is raising its rates and kicking out the ghetto shoe and wig stores. Really, how many knock-off shoe stores do you need on a block? What, they all share the same stock?

That sucked so went up to Boys Town. No luck there either. Went to Marshall Fields downtown and found that a $600 Hugo Boss suit looks really good straight off the rack on me but didn't think it was that good.

Went over to the Mens Warehouse ("I guarentee you'll like the way you look", or whatever). Ended up with a nice three button dark charcoal suit. $300, which is more than her dress. What a fucked up way to go about a wedding. Oh well, gonna look sharp, even if it isn't sharkskin.

Do As I Said, Not As I Did

Zell falls off her 'bike' the other night and does a face plant into the sidewalk. Comes crying and bleeding on the bedside. I'm thinking her and her friend(s) got jacked. She's out of it. Calling her friends at 4am to see who is ok. Calling off work for the first time in over two years so you know people at work think shit is wrong and totally covering my ass and coming into cover.

Alls good. No broken noses. Lots o scrapes and scabs. Hope all is better and scar free by wedding (which is why I wanted to take to ER, but no, can't afford). Remember, 'bike accident'.

Foot Tuesday. No Chuck. Roseanne behind. All good. No free shots.

Saw the full footage of the fire at the GW show in Rhode Island today. Guy who shot the stuff you saw on TV was off duty fire dude. From first spark to front door was less than 6 minutes. Think of that next time youre at a club. People burned stuck in the doorway, half in, half out. Fucked up shit. Know how to get out, bros. And not the obvious way either. Be creative, keep yer wits about. Be a hero if you can, but get home first.

Blah Balh Bhal

Well I did the Jager and PBR whaen I got there then Rom and i did theDead Nazi thing then i introduced Ron to the RedWhite&Blu and i dontremember much after that other than Z getting mad and crying seeprevious post course we didn't pay a red cent for the shot s all nightso at one point there was like 30 bucks in TIP money for chuck on thebar but i bet he was glad we wrere there.Matte

Getting shit together

On the Negro Party Front, couple of leads for stuff and some enthusiastic bids for help. Lmtd edition silkscreed posters (not by me, so they will be cool/good) for around town and sale. Bobby (Fran, R.I.P.) was stoked and wants to play, and gonna talk to old roomate Costello about his band (Functional Blackouts) and any possible others. More to come.

Fire This Puppy Up

Ok, I'm back on the air. Sorry for the absence. Been at the bar too much again. Didn't even make it to classes on Thursday after being at Foot on Wednesday. Uugh.

Speaking of Foot, actually had to wait outside to get in Saturday nite. Believe that shit? You would think with the great weather people would be going to bars and places with beer gardens and patios', not stuffy ass, so-smoky-you-can-cut-it-with-a-knife, no A-C bars. But whatever. Wasn't that crowded either. Their special event nites are way worse.

So the missus is applying to a couple of grad schools, just because and incase. Florida (UF and another I think), Texas, and California. On top of UIC. Don't want/can't afford to move elsewhere. Plus have to sit around for a year to gain residency.

Oh well, Yanks are in the cellar (and swept by O's), so its all good.