Turf Club

One of my favourite things about being out of town is seeing friends from Chicago in an unfamiliar setting. Last night Call Me Lightning played the Turf Club - somewhere that I definitely wanted to go ever since Lady Gaga was spotted hanging out in the photobooth. (This is only kind of a joke - I love Lady Gaga.) Unfortunately the show started late and my very responsible, very good looking date had to be up early the next day so we couldn't stay to see Call Me Lightning play - I've seen it before and I can assure you they are awesome. However, we did catch the first band and they had 2 of the best cat shirts I've seen in some time.

The Low Forms

un-photogenic

Nathan

polite beer

Lohengrin

Last night was one of the few nights I was happy to be unemployed. An impromptu invite to see Wagner's Lohengrin and a girl with absolutely nothing to do is a perfect match.
It was my first time going to the opera and I was fucking stoked (I understand that using language such as 'fucking stoked' makes it seem like I am a moron and I'm ok with that).
I threw on a ton of make up, attempted to do my hair, put on a dress and was ready to pretend to fit in with rich people.

Here is my night in photos: what the photos don't show is my horror to learn that rich jerks are just as rude as poor ones. Especially during the first act - people around us, people in the really really good section, were on their phones, snoring away, and kicking the backs of chairs. Really people? Am I really classier than you?!
I felt like I was channeling the old rich lady from The Simpson's, "Well, I never!"

Closing thoughts: opera is fucking awesome.
From now on I am going to dramatically sing all of my conversations.

kicking ass + taking names

Seriously - we need a name. Suggestions?

2/5th of us

Documenting the Snow

The past few months I have lived through more snow than I have in my combined 26 years

Chicago

^
I shoveled that

Minneapolis