Although, I still hold a grudge against them. A couple years ago they opened for She and Him at Millennium Park. I witnessed an entire demographic of drunk idiots that I would have preferred to be ignorant to.
I wont hold it against them too much though. LISTEN!!!!!!
A couple weeks ago I went to go see my friend, and favourite pastry chef, Maggie play drums. Luckily there is some video footage of the show, so you can all understand why I felt totally out of place.
I learned that you can smoke inside at the VFW Hall, and you don't need to be 21 to get in. So my experience was being surrounded by 16 year olds who were all smoking 3 cigarettes in each hand.
I totally loved Magic Milk, and the band that played before them Big Color, but seriously I am getting too old for this shit. I've done it before and it was way more fun when I was a teenager. I used to hang out on the Downtown East Side when I was 19 (which was the legal drinking age) with a bunch of 16 year olds and we'd go see friends' shitty bands play. I thought it was the most fun thing anyone could do ever. But now the most fun thing ever is...wow I don't know the answer to that.
After nearly 3 months of carrying this book around with me every day, I've finally finished it.
I'm not about to review it, critic it, or even recommend it. I honestly don't know the first thing about what makes great literature, but I can say that this was the first book I've read by a friend.
Tim is not a good friend of mine, but through happenstance we've spent some unusual time together, and I know him better than I know some of my favourite facebook friends.
Because of that, when I initially started this book, I made the rookie mistake of drawing parallels to real life. At the beginning of the book there is a scene at a kid's football game that made me question everything, wondering which characters were derived from which friends or family, and the obvious connection of the bar in the book to Rainbo, but after about one hundred pages I let go of all my suspicions and just enjoyed the complex story.
I really did enjoy it, but fuuuuuuck; it is not for the sensitive YouTube Kitten watchers like myself. Tim's vivid imagery and amazing detail really made for some uncomfortable moments, and I must admit, I skipped an entire part of the book because I'm a total baby and didn't want to read more about certain characters.
Another thing about the author: He's really good at singing karaoke.
Sunday night I managed to make it out to Schuba's for about an hour to see one of my favourite people in the whole world: Fred Thomas. Part of the Tomorrow Never Knows festival, Fred played as his now solo band (I miss you Ryan!) City Center, which I have been fortunate enough to play with in Detroit, New York, and Chicago.
I wish I recorded his first song Cookies, but I caught the last few.
I took this photo today while I was out for a jog - that's right a jog. I did outside exercise on January 6th in Chicago, IL.
I believe we hit a high of 57 degrees. I
witnessed with my own eyes people in tank tops and flip flops. While it
wasn't actually THAT warm, it was euphoria inducingly beautiful out as
well.
But was it that atypical for January here in the midwest?
According to my research (wikipedia) "The temperature in January averages about 29°F (-2°C) in the afternoon,
and 14°F (-10°C) at night. Temperatures can be expected to drop below
0°F (-18°C) on about 15 nonconsecutive days throughout the winter
season. On many occasions temperatures can go above 50* for a daytime
high, and, although not frequent, temperatures in winter can surpass
50°F (10°C)."
And through google I learned that on this exact day in 2008 it reached 60°F!! That's a few months before I moved here, so I can neither confirm or deny this, but I can honestly say that today was a welcome reprieve, even if it has been a pretty mild winter so far.
1. Save $200 a month towards my retirement. Once I have enough (I'm not sure how much that actually is) I'm going to invest it in a mutual fund. See below some sound, drunk financial advice given to me on a napkin.
2. Run 5 miles - like a normal jogging type person. This was not my idea.
Because I was forced into this, I've forced Nathan into a resolution as well:
