Got this Wednesday night date wrap-up from a friend, and I feel terrible. People like this simply should not go out, or be on the internet at all.
Got this Wednesday night date wrap-up from a friend, and I feel terrible. People like this simply should not go out, or be on the internet at all.
Overheard in Millennium Park yesterday, after getting up off the lovely grass and noticing an older couple with Southern accents, looking lost:
"Don't they have chiggers here? Look at all those people sitting in the grass!"
Another reason why Chicago is #1: we can sit in the grass. (What is a chigger?)
E.
E. & JenG walking from Century Theatre to Scottish pub on Clark Street. JenG hoping that there are no kids in pub so we can smoke cigarettes with abandon. Upon passing window:
"There's a DAMN kid in there!"
[young dad holding baby, about 7 months, facing window and most importantly close to door]
E. notices the door is WIDE open and we scurry across the street. Ooops. We are assholes. Jen is very loud as well.
For the record, JenG loves kids. Just not in the pub when she wants to smoke cigarettes. A. I'm sure you can chime in on this, living in Park Slope and all. They don't get the beer garden!
E.
You down with O.P.D.? That's Other People's Drama and I think its pretty fantastic, as long as it never involves you.
Saturday night, after having a near run in with my own neighborhood nemesis, we settled into the local Irish pub which had expectedly turned into a loud yuppie pick up joint, it being a weekend night. We were about to leave for lack of seats when the very sweet owner proffered two barstools and we sat down at a ledge that proved quite comfortable. Next to us two girls were being accosted by drunk men wearing stripy polo shirts. I continued my pseudo-intellectual conversation with M., happy that it wasn't me.
Because A. has been away for like, ever, and doesn't even email or call. We get short texts like "argh meeting never ending" or "you Ok?" but beyond that and a quick call I couldn't really even take - nada. Sigh. Depressing. Good thing there's a reunion coming up. Yes, dear readers, DiscoStation reunion in NYC Memorial Day weekend. I will be emailing youse close by to see if you can join in the festivities.
In other news, I must share this funny train anecdote. I was taking the Red Line south yesterday morning, sans ipod because I drunkenly left it at downtown Sam's, and the woman directly behind me answered her telephone. It went something like this:
"Hi Dad. Yes I need to talk to you really bad, but I'm on the train right now. I really need to talk to you. But we're going to go underground soon. Are you going to be at this number in twenty minutes? Because I really need to talk to you. [My interest is piqued - did she forget to do her taxes? Does she need money? I'm not sure because I don't have this needy relationship with my dad. I just hint when I need money, which is hardly ever.] Dad, Mark left me. He left me! I don't know what to do. I'm either totally hysterical or so angry I can't stand it. [At this point everyone in the vicinity has completely stopped reading, transfixed on the last word that caught their eye and listening for more info.] I don't know what to do! Well, he said he didn't want me to go to Italy with him. So now I have this ticket, and nowhere to stay! And he's under the impression that we're going to date when he gets back. He's like, can't I just see you when I get back? And he's been binge drinking Dad! He's like, drunk all the time. He never used to drink at all! I don't know what to do. Ok ok, I'll call you later, love you bye."
Is that bizarre or what? I have a few issues with this, however. If someone you are "dating" tells you that you are no longer going on vacation with them, how does that constitute said someone "leaving you"? Don't you have to be living together or married or something more serious to say something like that? Do you think she's really upset or does she want something from her dad? Who calls their dad when their drunk boyfriend says he'd rather go to Italy alone and hit on Italian women? Also, I will always be fascinated with how much personal information people give away when they are on their cell phones. Sometimes its nice not to have my headphones on.
E.
Sam emails from Budapest, Hungary:
I overheard an interesting snippet of someone's cell phone convo on the way to the Danube:
"My people are solid. My people only deal with top people..."
I looked at him and he saw me, turned away and ducked around the corner.
E.
A. has obviously got me all excited about our upcoming trip to Hermosa, and she is crackin my shit up with phrases like the following:
You do have a magic party faerie. Lucky! Much better than an unmagical coked-up Irishman on your doorstep.
HA HA HA HA HA HA.
E.
My co-author often has looked upon your gal in NYC in wonderment, for a tendency towards indiscretion in sidewalk chatter. But.
Can't compete with these gentlemen.
xoxo, A
My coauthor is so sweet to me.
I will indeed write on the concert for ya'll -- later. Work is kicking my ass today. But just really quick, get this.
Midway through our 3 hour staff meeting this morning, my boss (the president of the company, and a grey-haired though relatively young grandmother), after a bit of good news, suddenly started shouting:
SWEET! SWEEET! SWEEEEEET! VOTE FOR PEDRO!
It was so...so...I have no words. Swaying Jenny and I about fell out of our chairs.
xoxo, A
People sometimes mistake us for sisters, but we like it better when they mistake us for bandmates.
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