Went to John's pre-30th birthday party last night. There was drinking and bowling and singing loudly to classic rock songs and scary big-eyed-puppy balloons and a giant pinwheel and flair and ow my head. It kicked ass, and I definitely felt it this morning.
We started off at Piece, "as seen on The Real World Chicago," which was actually quite a cool place. Good drinks (yummy, Absolut Mandarin and cranberry), good pizza (cut like a pie, thank you very much!) and a remarkably tolerant wait staff. They didn't chuck us out, even when Lotti started writhing for no apparent reason.
I talked to a bunch of different people, including Pat, who does the short films with John. He and his girlfriend recently bought a condo, so we were talking about home ownership and such. Apparently that's not what it looked like: Pat wandered off, and Brian Bilcer sat down next to me and asked "So will you flip your hair at me now?" Huh? Evidentially I was playing with my hair, and it looked like I was hitting on Pat. If so, it wasn't conscious. Still, it's nice to know I'm not completely out of practice. Now I just have to start targeting my feminine wiles at someone who's single. Hmmmm.
I'm not much of a bowler. interestingly, it seemed to be pretty much all or nothing with me. I'd bowl a series of gutter balls, then get a strike or a spare. In the first game, I bowled a 59. That's pathetic. In the second: 25. Beyond pathetic. Fortunately, I don't care. And I only accidentally sent the ball flying behind me once the entire evening. I'd say that's a pretty successful trip for me.
Andi and Kevin were in town, and I hoped they would be able to join the bowling madness. Alas, they were unable to make it. I did get to see Andi for breakfast, but Kevin could not join us. Bummer. Kevin is this big strapping lad from Wisconsin, and the last time we went out to breakfast here, he went through about 12 pats of butter. He was raised in the dairy state. What can you do.
Today has been spent hydrating and gardening. The tulips look good, and I put in some periwinkle and Burgundy Glow Bugleweed. Again, I am reminded that gardening is not an activity for those obsessed with instant gratification. There's a bunch of scrawny new plants in the ground, but there's still a largish expanse of dirt. A bunch of people walked up while I was digging to tell me how good it was going to look, but it's still disappointing to dig and plant for two or three hours and still see mostly dirt. ("Soil," my mom says. I'm enough of a city person now that it's just dirt.) Oh well.
We started off at Piece, "as seen on The Real World Chicago," which was actually quite a cool place. Good drinks (yummy, Absolut Mandarin and cranberry), good pizza (cut like a pie, thank you very much!) and a remarkably tolerant wait staff. They didn't chuck us out, even when Lotti started writhing for no apparent reason.
I talked to a bunch of different people, including Pat, who does the short films with John. He and his girlfriend recently bought a condo, so we were talking about home ownership and such. Apparently that's not what it looked like: Pat wandered off, and Brian Bilcer sat down next to me and asked "So will you flip your hair at me now?" Huh? Evidentially I was playing with my hair, and it looked like I was hitting on Pat. If so, it wasn't conscious. Still, it's nice to know I'm not completely out of practice. Now I just have to start targeting my feminine wiles at someone who's single. Hmmmm.
I'm not much of a bowler. interestingly, it seemed to be pretty much all or nothing with me. I'd bowl a series of gutter balls, then get a strike or a spare. In the first game, I bowled a 59. That's pathetic. In the second: 25. Beyond pathetic. Fortunately, I don't care. And I only accidentally sent the ball flying behind me once the entire evening. I'd say that's a pretty successful trip for me.
Andi and Kevin were in town, and I hoped they would be able to join the bowling madness. Alas, they were unable to make it. I did get to see Andi for breakfast, but Kevin could not join us. Bummer. Kevin is this big strapping lad from Wisconsin, and the last time we went out to breakfast here, he went through about 12 pats of butter. He was raised in the dairy state. What can you do.
Today has been spent hydrating and gardening. The tulips look good, and I put in some periwinkle and Burgundy Glow Bugleweed. Again, I am reminded that gardening is not an activity for those obsessed with instant gratification. There's a bunch of scrawny new plants in the ground, but there's still a largish expanse of dirt. A bunch of people walked up while I was digging to tell me how good it was going to look, but it's still disappointing to dig and plant for two or three hours and still see mostly dirt. ("Soil," my mom says. I'm enough of a city person now that it's just dirt.) Oh well.
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