Killing Two Birds

I had quite the interesting weekend. Spontaneous adventures in Chicago have evaded me for some time now; it's absolutely wonderful to get them back in my life. It's like I'm back in my salad days, getting newfound winds with every bar I go to. The hangovers are a bitch, but it's just a small price to pay.



Friday: Betsy and I made an epic dinner that ran us over 130 dollars at Whole Foods. I think Betsy's the only person that I know that is more irresponsible with money than I am. We talked about it on the back patio making comments like, "When I do it, I do it right." and "I just really like nice stuff."



It sort of reminded me when she first moved here. Neither of us had money, but we rock and rolled like we did.



We walked around with plastic cups of wine and found a party. Betsy screamed up to the roof and got an invite--we met some strangers and had a time. There were two parties going on. One group (the one we joined) were low key and a tad boring. There was nothing much of interest there. They were quite nice and friendly, but no one was shooting fireworks out their ass or anything. The other party was one building over. I gawked at it from afar, wishing I could find a bridge to nowhere. The techno music was loud and guys in striped shirts were abundant. The cops eventually came and broke it up a bit. I had never heard such loud music while simultaneously seeing no one dance. Lame.



Betsy and I went back to the apartment and danced to Yaz's "Only You". I decided I want to try to learn that on guitar and maybe play it at my going away party. More on this future disaster in a moment.



Richard's Bar was next. After a long taxi wait, we got there. I started chatting it up immediately with a Rene Zellwiger look alike (not in a good way) that had a peculiar lizard tick. She stuck her tongue out in what seemed to be an uncontrollable fashion about every twelve seconds. Paired with the tight squinty Rene-face, it was quite a sight to see. Betsy made it known that she didn't like her. Another girl with massive fake knockers was getting groped and accosted by every man in the bar. Betsy cited Accused--I said, "Jodie Foster never looked like that" and stared with wanton hope that one of them would fall out of her shirt. I'd say I was a creep, but every guy in the bar was thinking the same thing.



Jennifer and Jon joined up. Jon was in good spirits, but lately (much like the night at Gogol Bordello) Jennifer seems to be downtrodden. It can add up to being boring. She needs to think about something other than Jon.



I was bored with them (they were just sitting and being lame), so I invited lizard zellwiegger home with us for a late night. Part of me did it just to annoy them, but, of course, it was mostly because I want more adventures before I leave. She agreed both surprisingly and annoyingly. She was a horribly annoying person. Betsy and Jennifer made it clear to her that they didn't like her. This bothered me some, but all in all I didn't really care. I wasn't about to stick up for some lame-o over my friends.



The night moved slowly. We talked on the back patio because the girls were being so rude. It's a bit troublesome that Betsy does that when I bring girls back to the place, but I'm only here for a couple more weeks, so no need to even bring it up. I got into an argument with her about travel. She was quite biased and bothersome on the subject. At one point she made a very snide remark about how "people like you" travel. She seems to think she did it right because she was poor and had to work. I find this attitude about travel just as annoying as people that are filthy rich doing it.



She was also angry at the idea of ugly Americans ruining things for other countries. This attitude also bothers me to no end. I hate the fact that I used to subscribe to it. I guarantee she was far more annoying while in Scotland than I ever was while travelling.

Edit... unfinished... Unfortunately, this one will never get quite done. We sung about Junk on the Flag which was probably the funniest I'll ever be. Oh well. God rest ye merry gentlemen! What a fourth of July and what a time before I left for Japan. I'll never get to write about it because there was just so much. But, though I thank the people that made it possible, I did that one all on my own. I was in another mindset, and it made me realize that I could do anything. Good to remember.

"I'm owning, I'm dethroning, I'm killing two birds with just one stone-ing!"