Quick weekend update

This is my nephew Jake at some Golf Junior Amateur golf tourney with my bro-in law who works for USGA.

FRIDAY: Honky Tonk Happy Hour at the Empty Bottle. Rode bikes down with friend L (Hedley's mom), in from Madison. Rode back and had dinner with L and R. R cancelled on our ride for Sunday. Erg. Went to S's, let dogs play, tried to go to Mom's condo but there were no parking permits so had to take dog and go home at midnight.

SATURDAY: My car is officially undrivable. Cleaned apartment, cursed current lazy roommate. Took Lois to Mom's. walked with dogs in Lincoln Park, went to dinner with Mom, brother and sister and law. GREAT! Went to wonderful concert - The Swell Season. Went to bar after with friends H, S, A, R - L joined us. Then S & L and I went for pancakes at 2am. I am eating too much, not sleeping enough.

SUNDAY: Taught today. I have no roommate for August, so I will be broke. I will not be going out — just cleaning, and doing pushups, because my "good arm" project is starting NOW. Going swimming.

Over and out.

Perfect Day ingredients

There are 7 of them:

1) The email thing from the last, pathetic post was just a dumb email thing - messages bouncing back - no outright snubbing, no nothing. All that sugar taken in for naught.

2) My PMS officially ended this morning, so I knew it'd be a good day (and yesterday's candy fest made so much more sense).

3) Swam today. Lane to myself for most of it.

4) A 2-1/2 year old came to my art class today who had been in my class last session, had then switched to a different day (and teacher) and came back to me because he and his mom liked my class and they both told me they missed my class. SO CUTE! I don't know, it's not a big deal, but the little things like that make me happy.

5) The kindhearted woman in IT came up to me today and said she was able to save everything from my laptop. She won't be able to do anything with it for about 3 weeks, but it's ALL THERE: my itunes, my pics, everything. I am seriously buying her flowers.

6)I'm going out with the work girls for margaritas and guacamole tonight. Yipeee!!!

7)I forgot to mention that I got 2 lawn tickets to Wilco's Millennium Park show for Sept. Wahoo!

oh no!

I don't know what happened, but my email pal M, the best new person I've met in a long, long time, has suddenly stopped emailing me. I know he's been online with time to kill twice today, because he was on and off of myspace, and I've even sent him the "are you offended by something I said?" email, and I still haven't heard back. He's usually emailing me about 10x a day. This feels so sucky. It's amazing how one little thing, one person who I didn't even know about a month or so ago, can have this devastating an effect on my mood.

Wah.

I am eating red licorice like there is no tomorrow. Maybe there isn't.

Post dancing fever

Here's a lovely pic for you. S took it - thanks! And I SWEAR to god I wasn't the least bit drunk.

bad, bad me

Nope, don't get too excited; I didn't whore it up or anything this weekend. I just blew off work all week/weekend, and now I am here in the middle of the night rushing to enter a bunch of stuff into our computer system before the morning hits. So it's really late and I'm losing it sorta, and a friend sent me the link to the most hilarious internet show (next to Planet Unicorn, of course) called Clark And Michael. It was too flippin' funny to stop watching...or maybe I was just procrastinating.


SO: this weekend was pretty great. Friday night I just stayed in - after attending the summer camp kids show at work (so cute! see guitar kids above). Then I swam Saturday, then hung out with my friend A for lunch and a pedicure (fancy! girly!), bought some junk at Target, and then went with S to this private party for the Chicago rock club Metro's 25th anniversary. It was fun - lots of good people, some food, and an open bar - plus, the place looked better than I've EVER seen it, but the BEST part which I am still in awe about was the long, amazing DJ set by Peter Hook of New Order/Joy Division - I have never had so much fun dancing!! He mixed in a ton of New Order "hits," and the grown-up 16-year-old Poptart was seriously in heaven. It was like a little teen Poptart's dream come true. I danced totally crazy and 80s and so did everyone else. Luckily my friend knew just about everyone there (she was the one who was actually invited to the party; I was just her date), so when I went off to the dance floor for hours on end, she didn't even notice me missing. Until the end, when I disappeared for about 1/2 hour at the end of the night - the owner invited all the guests to dance up on the stage and it was hilarious and so much fun.

There were some cute fellas dancing too - but I am so bad at dancing with other people in that 80s freeform (or really any) style, that this cutiepie guy in a felt-lettered homemade t-shirt that said "Make Out Not War," who kept coming up to me and trying to dance with and talk to me, probably thought I was blowing him off. Actually, if I'd had just a couple more drinks, I would have taken him up on his shirt — I was this close as it was. He was cute and funny and you gotta love a guy that dances uninhibitedly. And he wasn't too young...

But I drove Sat. night, and as you know I am very socially awkward, so, there were no makeouts for me this weekend. I did kiss Peter Hook on his scruffy cheek, though, but sadly it was not captured on camera as intended. I'll post some pics from the party here or on myspace if S sends them.

M and I were gonna go to a Hitchcock movie tonight, but he called while I was downtown stage managing my first show in Millennium Park (it went well - was fun and all-around a good time) and cancelled - which is fine, though I would've liked to do something with him (and actually wouldn't mind hanging out with him all the time), but I only had 4 hours of sleep last night and now I have time to do this work. It all works out for the best, right?

Oh, and DG was at my laundromat this morning. I went to change my stuff from the washer to the dryer, and there he was. We said hi and stuff. I can't really talk to him, though. He's so old-bad-choices-Poptart. I better semi-seriously date someone else this summer, though. I'd hate to have that joker be my only 2007 man.

OK I have to go. My eyes are bloodshot from this screen (but my hair, oddly, looks quite good) and I have to go home, walk Lois, then sleep, get up, walk Lois and swim all in a few short hours.

Quickie

Here's my concrete picnic with W (date #3; that's his knee) where we were among the 15,000 people at Millennium Park for the Decemberists + Grant Park Symphony show on Wednesday.


The concert was just OK, it rained on us, and I thought the orchestral arrangements were lame. Good peoplewatchin', though. Best part of the show was when the Decemberists just played their encore alone, like a regular show. (The date? Ehhh.)

More later. I am still computerless and only using a desktop from work. My laptop died with all my pictures and music still on it. They think it was the logic board. Uggggh.

xoxo

Computer DOWN

...again. This time it seems really bad, like heat and bad noises and it won't even turn on most of the time, and then when it does, the screen freezes and starts to white out in horizontal lines. It's not pretty.

So, I am blogging, sans pics, from a front-desk computer where I work, in the middle of the night, while it is pouring rain outside. With Lois at my feet. We were on a walk and came in here for a quick minute, but now it's been an hour and the rain isn't stopping. SO, I might as well get some work done, right? I have a giant data entry mess to complete as soon as possible.

It was technically a day off for me, but so much for that...

More later.

Hair

This was supposed to have a picture of the lovely festival t-shirt, babydoll style, design by Jon Langford, but the photo did not upload, and now it is lost forever.

First, check out this little review of the game show thing I hosted back a coupla wknds ago. (Yes, that's me in the ahem, it was RED, cowboy hat):
http://www.newcitychicago.com/chicago/6708.html

In college (which actually lasted way into adulthood for me), I made a student film/video called "Hair" - interviewing a some different people I knew about their hair - what they thought of it, why they did what they did with it, etc. I interweaved these bits with footage of my friend Jay getting a haircut at a salon from start to finish, and it was actaully really good. Technically, maybe the sound levels weren't perfect, but I liked the end result (and, now that I think about it, should probably find the videotape tout de suite and transfer it to digital, or it'll be dust, if it isn't already), and nearly every time since that project, whenever I decide to get a haircut - which is an absolutely rare occurence in my life - I think 2 or 3 a year is tops - I try to think about WHY I'm getting the haircut then - what am I trying to change, look good for, whatever. I've had long hair for many years now, (have been poor forever,) and have worked at a folk school for 8 years, so you can imagine - that kind of high-maintenance girly grooming stuff of frequent trips to the salon isn't very high on my agenda.

But it's interesting. I have this big festival coming up this weekend, where I act as an emcee in front of a lot of people, etc., and I always want to look cute, but the haircut this time is more for just the fun of the leaving work early today, sitting in the salon, and having someone else wash my hair - feeling girly. I try to go into the fest in the best possible of spirits and I think I made this appoint because I know it'll help that.

I have to say, anyway, though, that I am pretty f-ing happy right now. Happiest I've been in a long time. It even feels good to notice it.

Popcorn for dinner

On Sunday night, without a date in sight, I rode over to the Music Box for the evening showing of Lady Chatterley, the new French adaptation of the D.H. Lawrence story.

I recommend it. It was long, though—nearly 3 hours, and it was odd in some ways, too. But the chemistry/sexuality was smoldering, the actress playing the lead was riveting (and so were her boobs), and the sex itself was funny and perfectly done - as awkward and fumbling at first as her awakening was. It was also romantic and sappy, and at some points oddly paced, but the acting from the two main characters and the simplicity of the the story (and some quirky choices in the storytelling) made it worth watching.

The weirdest thing was seeing a French/Belgian film, set in England, and a script that mentions characters being English, but all spoken in French.

Plus, just think! Tomorrow, after work, I'm going to see Angelina Jolie in A Mighty Heart with the girls' movie night group (well, 4 of us) who have been trying to do this for two weeks. I'm very excited to compare and contrast the acting...

Today:

I went to a wonderful dinner party tonight at M&K's. It was really good to hang with work people away from work, and see them with their other people (kids, boyfriends, spouses etc.) Ate more than I can really justify, but I'm heading for the pool in about 6 hours.

Also, I made an actual salon haircut appointment for Thursday - only my second this year. Yes, I'm a fancy lady...

Dangit!

The pool was closed again this morning. (Broken glass or something?) ERG! All I know is, now I am sitting here at work, unshowered (see, I shower after I swim), in my swimming suit under my clothes, without having exercised--and feeling scattered because of it. It's amazing how something can just start the day off so wrong. Also, walking from the closed pool to work (less than a block), I lost my favorite necklace. I saw it and then it was gone. I stood around looking for it on the sidewalk for about 10 minutes but gave up. No swim, no shower, no necklace.

There must be a message here somewhere.

Foiled. Again.

The outfits of one of the bands I saw Saturday (the Neanderthals), drying out after their set, backstage.

This is the weekend of cancelling Poptart's plans, apparently.

Despite a massive hangover from Thursday night, I had a great lunch Friday with M, who it seems is for real moving to the neighborhood from the burbs (yea!!!). Then I worked, and then took off to walk Lois, shower and change, and maybe lie down for a few minutes for my "dinner and drinks" date - sushi, supposedly - with W. I did all that, and then he called at the appointed time, and he sounded as tired as I was, and he said he hurt his back sorta, and we talked on the phone for an hour and a half, and he cancelled the date and asked if I could change to the next night. (Nope.) So then we tentatively said we'd do something today. Hmmm. But, I had plans for today to go canoeing on the river with my friend R.



So it was a free Friday night, and I lay in bed for a couple hours petting Lois and then went to see my friend/former coworker Liam's band, The New Black, play at the Beat Kitchen at midnight, and it was fun. Liam moved to NY almost 2 years ago and this is the first time they've played since then, so it was excellent to see him. He was, in turn, really glad to see everyone who came out. It was a love-fest. (Sidenote: when people move to NY, they inevitably lose weight, I've noticed. Maybe I should consider it...)

Saturday was gorgeous. Walked Lois, put on my swimsuit and headed over to the pool for many eagerly anticipated laps, and damn if the pool wasn't CLOSED for some dumb cleaning emergency. It was way too hot for me to run, and I was really ready for a good long swim - I need the exercise! I was so mad that I said "THAT SUCKS!" kind of loudly on the way out of the fieldhouse. I felt like I was one of those people for a minute. Funny.



Instead, I took Lois to the dog beach, and was hoping to go in myself a little, but the lifeguards weren't letting people into the water because of high e coli in the water (ick!) so I let Lois risk it because she was loving it, as you can see. Then my friend R called me to say he was in a bike accident Thursday (he's OK, the cat probably isn't) and had to cancel canoeing for Sunday, and that it'd be too hot and gross to canoe anyway. Then it was time to go out to Fitzgeralds with my friend T for Exotica fest.



It was fun, interesting, some really good music and peoplewatching, but it was just Way. Too. Long. There were vendors selling vintage clothing and cool tiki accessories, and the food, from Wishbone, was great. Plus, natch, there were tiki drink specials, and everything came with a little paper umbrella in it. In a crazy, uncharacteristic in ALL respects for Poptart shopping moment, I spotted a great 1950s halter dress, tried it on, it fit like a glove, and since it was MADE for me, I purchased it for way too much money on the credit card I just put my digital camera on. Ugh. But honestly, vintage stuff almost never works for me, 50s dresses especially, and this dress is just - awesome. So after that initial magic moment, I was there, and on my feet, for 10 hours. And I love the surf guitar stuff...I can only take so much of it. Plus, my take on the tiki/surf/exotica fest people is that basically THEY ARE ALL MARRIED PEOPLE. So being me, like an alien in that crowd for too long, was - let's just say it - annoying.


Wall of vintage dressing music peeps - or as my old roommate used to call them, "the hair gang"

Luckily I did have a role, which was to be the handler/designated sane person for T, who was in charge of the Go-Go dancers, and it's her last hurrah with them, and she was, well, on a sort of binge of craziness. I think she had a good time. I had to dole out the drink tickets and be the voice of reason and drive her home and all that. It was good that I had something to do.



By the time the last band, a Los Straitjackets cover outfit from Indiana, was playing, I was cleaning out my purse and sitting outside, alone, trying to telepathically make the stage clock go faster and wondering what it would be like to be a rat and have everyone be bigger than you but also terrified of you.

SO. Now it's Sunday, and it's 95 degrees, and I taught my art class and cleaned up in time to FINALLY get in a fabulous, full hour swim!! Then I got online and found an email from W that he's cancelling aGAIN for today, because he's sick, and now I am free to lie here and moon about why I don't have anyone to lie here in the fan and do nothing with (well, besides Lois). I guess I'll have to keep dating to find him. Hmmph.

Maybe I'll go to a movie later. The cinema is always my backup true love, and rarely disappoints. I could always clean my place and do my bills, but then what will I have to freak out about as I try to sleep tonight and for the rest of the week?

Saluting America...

Holy incredible pie, if I do say so myself. It tasted even better than it looked (and doesn't it look cute?).

Happy July!

Here's a quick post to catch you, my vast readership, up on me going into my busiest month ever. Have I mentioned how much I love summer in Chicago?

First, amen again that the dating week is over. I do have hilarious stories and valuable insights to share and think about, but not here, Churlita! My friend P calls it a "rotating platter of men" and thinks I should always have a handful of guys on the platter because it makes my chi flow better, but I just want a plain ole dinner plate with one entree, no sides. F my chi.

I will give you the annotated list (not in order) of the guys I met:
1) new best friend guy (hereafter known as M)
2) nice, no spark, seemed not altogether straight? or just not into me at all, cool
3) slightly obsessive but v. cute guy
4) interesting - second date to come (W)
5) really good makeout (and damn, I needed that), little else
6) went to GRADE school, middle school and a year of high school
with but neither of us remember each other (??)

The best thing is that M is a definite keeper and W is taking me out tonight, and I could really care less about the others or the damn dating site now. I saw DG last night at the show I went to, he was on a date. I'm so - embarrassed? that I was so into him.



The 4th of July was a fun family blast. Best was the time I got to spend hanging out with WIlliam, who I just love. I took a million pictures of him to last me the year or so, 'til I can see him again (sniffle).



I got to hang with my brother and stepbrother, which is rarer and rarer these days (given one lives in Thailand), and it was just like high school but with lots more boring business talk.



And Lois (please note cute stars and stripes bandanna) had a great time playing with Liza the dog, and smelling the burgers, and getting all kinds of attention. She was so tired at the end of the day I had to force her to go for a last walk.

Speaking of tired, I'm losing it. If it weren't for a great new CD I keep hitting replay on, and the occasional phone call, I'd be sleepin at the wheel - er, at my desk.

Taste of/it's just lunch

Crazy sun-baked guy with sign at the Taste of Chicago (an insanely crowded annual event downtown with basically food and drink and many, many people.If you are from Chicago, you usually stay away from downtown for a week...) I LOVED the people watching.

OK: I'm nervous now.

I just set a first lunch date for tomorrow - he's in the neighborhood and is coming by my work. I dunno. Weird for him to see me in that environment? Maybe. (I also just realized that I scheduled it right in the middle of my Cardio Pilates class. I can't decide whether to see if he can change it to a bit later,, and then go to lunch with me slightly sweaty and out of breath, or whether I should skip class and just go to lunch, since I'll miss enough work anyway.)

I think I'm also nervous because, unlike the other dates of this past week, I don't have any new dates to look forward to, so this is kinda the end of the line. And of all of them, this one I have talked to most on the phone before meeting, and I like his voice. A lot. He's funny, too. I can tell it's different, because am starting to really worry about my looks. Erg.

In other news, I geekily hosted a music trivia show downtown as part of the Department of Tourism's crazy "Art of Play" promotion this summer. Not a lot of people showed up. The questions were pretty hard, and, since we wrote them 6 years ago, were also a bit old and out of date. I had to do a lot of ad-libbing and probably skipped about 10 questions because contestants didn't even know enough to guess. It went fine, though. Got paid, and made a fun sash for the winner to wear, a nice sign, etc. Also got to wear my red straw cowboy hat in public - that's always fun!!


Robbie Fulks and band on the Illinois Lottery stage. GREAT show.

Also, since I had a great parking space and was down there anyway, went to see the Hoyle Brothers and then Robbie Fulks at Taste of Chicago/Country Music Fest. I also got some food first, because I was starving. There was a dance floor at the stage, and in between the two sets, I learned two line dances! That was super fun. Then my friend A arrived, great to see her a little, and she is feeling better, and E came down too, but I didn't see him until afterward. We all went and got more food afterward.

In both food excursions at the Taste, I spent a total of $14 (you have to buy tickets in $7 strips), and here are all the things I ate with those 22 tickets:

- an incredibly delicious chocolate covered frozen banana with nuts
- a "taste portion" (just 3 tickets) of curry fries
- a "tp" of italian fries - with parm. cheese and herbs on 'em
- roasted corn on the cob (yummy!!)
- a "tp" of (like, one-fourth of) a cheeseburger from Billy Goat's, which was not as good as I remembered it from when I was 8
- a "tp" of a delicious chopped salad from Lou Malnati's, which makes me want to eat that now, for dinner.

OK! With that, I'm off to try to cram in everything I haven't done in 37 years (and mainly, in the past week) into the last few hours of my Sunday. Have a good week!