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Pitchfork was pretty cool

Nothing to report

I should be going to Pitchfork courtesy of a photo pass from Trent at The Real Chicago tomorrow. Should be interesting, although am concerned that the large stages provided for real rock stars may prove my camera equipment woefully inadequate. We can only wait and see.

Picture above completely unrelated.

Spent most of today on the couch with entirely undeserved hangover. Going home tonight like a good little monkey.

etc..

Just booked a trip home for a week in August. No big emergency, haven't seen Dad since Xmas and he's been under the weather lately and I miss him. Also timed visit strategically so that I can go to the Hudson Elks 4th Annual Hot Air Balloon Festival. Also hoping to squeeze in a visit with Cousin Dan, lunch or drinks with old friend Bob M. and maybe help dad with some house projects.

I fantasize that one day I will go on a real vacation, somewhere I've never been, by myself, with my only obligations to be sleeping, taking long walks and tons of pictures, and preferably a beach I can get drunk on.

Still needing input on Pee Wee and Olga

Guess that's about it.

I'm gonna ask the audience, Meredith...

So there's an outside chance I may be showing again...maybe..It's been suggested to me that perhaps a grouping of the creepy doll pictures might be nice...I'm thinking a group of between 4 and 6, so I ask you, gentle reader, if you have a flickr account, swing by this set and favourite the ones you think I should use...I'm also thinking I'm gonna do more black and white...

BOOM

In the throes of hormonal chicksteria of epic proportions...have nothing much to say beyond OW! DAMMIT!! FUCK YOU! GET ME A MARTINI AND GET THE FUCKITY HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT!!! GRRRRR! GRRRRRRR!!!!

So in the meantime while I work on sorting out that which makes me angsty and extracting my gigantic head from my ever expanding backside, enjoy some blurry pictures of fireworks I shot on the 4th at the park near my flat.

Bleh

I am in a foul mood and have nothing much to say that doesn't consist of drunk...insomnia...hooligan...dirty martini...gonna die destitute and alone...grrrr..

So instead I invite you to enjoy pictures of the lovely Janes at the Chicago Pride Parade

Weekend recap...

Notes from the beer tent:

Mother of the year award goes to: Woman whose little girl, after a brief rainstorm that resulted in a temperature drop, was soaking wet and crying pitifully about being cold. This year's winner was overheard to say (angrily and in all seriousness) “If I wanted you to be warm I’d be raising you in California”. According to Misses Sarah and Jennie she then went and got more to drink, rather than take her soaking freezing child home and get her in a hot tub and then some jammies. Well done mom!! Here's your crown and certificate for a lifetime supply of wire hangers.

I loved the guy who brought an extra head

After the storm passed there was not only one rainbow but two! I wish I’d had a better camera but there was nowhere to safely keep it for the day. At least it registered on my camera phone, crappy as it is…

I want to know what kind of hourly stilts guy was getting. He was there all day. 

Frisbie played on Friday, wasn’t able to go watch, so I could only listen and imagine the dreamy. Mike Doughty sounded good too, I will have to check him out next time he plays Chicago. I wish I’d realized who he was when he played the Vic a while back, I loved Soul Coughing.

I worked with a couple of hippies in my tent on Sunday. Aside from the guy being 2 hours late and the girl wearing a tank top despite having hairier pits than a gay bear daddy, they were fairly inoffensive as far as hippies go.. although when one suggested he wished he had his portable iPod speakers because “if we were blasting Disco Biscuits we’d be *so* busy” my head almost exploded, but I was able to breathe through it.

If you’re short a ticket and you’re tipping and there are no corporate eyes around, I may be willing to cut a deal, but if you just deliberately give me the wrong amount, don’t tip, and just go to walk away like I’m some half-wit who can’t count, well that’s a whole different thing..do you do that in bars too? You should try it some time, see what happens.

Since I didn’t work Saturday, which was the day everything went wrong and the tent was hit the hardest, I actually had a pretty good time. Yesterday someone even said to me “you’re very cheerful”…to ME! Yeah, I know…weird (when I told Miss Sarah this she immediately laughed out loud).

Thanks to Mrs Richelle and Miss Jennie for the rides home, thus sparing me having to navigate CTA home from the somewhat remote Randolph Street hood.

Saturday and the reason my thighs hurt:

After unsuccessfully trying to persuade folks to come with me I struck out to the Cobra block party and car show solo. Pretty decent turn out, lots of muscle cars. I shot a few rolls of film, and some digital. Was there for an hour or so…I may have mentioned in the past I find shooting cars from nearer the ground gives better results so there was lots of crouching. Imagine how your thighs would feel after about an hour of doing squats. VERY HURTY.

Saturday was also Miss A’s birthday, so after the car show went home cleaned up and headed out to Salud. I have to say this joint isn’t my cup of tea. I can’t afford places like this and I generally tend to feel uncomfortable and out of my element.. I do however love Miss A, and the sidewalk patio seating was nice, and the company was good, and the cost prevented me from getting bombed on tequila and then heading out to spend more money and make ill advised new naked acquaintances*.

Pictures from the car show to follow. Have to wait for *film developing* (how I wish film could have the instant gratification factor that digital offers) In the meantime I uploaded a bunch of camera phone pictures, some are manipulated, some are not...all were at least interesting to me at the time...don't say I never did anything for ya

*as some of you may or may not know, tequila turns me into a raging hussy, prone to making unfortunate decisions where marines, south african chefs, and men in leather cowboy hats are concerned

 

A whole new me!

Not really, but at least a new look for the blog, it's been forever since I changed it...

Last night went with Miss A and her male companion to see Ladytron at the Vic. I'm not a huge electronica fan, unless we're talking old school eighties era stuff, but I enjoyed them well enough. After the show it was a quick pop over to the Fixx because Miss A wanted to see my pics, then they were off, as it was a school night. 

*not for me tho*

I was feeling sassy and wearing a top that made the gals look spectacular. Steeled with a few voddie cocktails, carefully blended for me by folks I work with who love me, on a whim, I texted  FMDH. We’ve been trying to get together for the better part of 2 months, something always comes up, apparently spontaneity works, as he was all game for meeting me for a drink. What I’d anticipated would be a couple of beers then home by a faintly respectable time devolved into closing not one but 2 bars, and me committing mass genocide on my brain cells. When someone says to me “Hey want to go to The Oakwood” my response should be a resounding "*Hell to the Fuck NO*". Unfortunately the combination of beer, whiskey shots and pale blue eyes makes me more than slightly girltarded…bad Lis…bad BAD Lis. 

But I did have fun. I also realized  I was right in what I’ve suspected ever since the first time we hung out, which is: he’s great to hang out and drink beer with, a total sweetheart and more than just a little bit fun to look at (I don’t approve of running one tiny bit on a personal level but boy howdy can I get behind what it does for the male physique) but we would be an awful match…a pity because he’s awesome, but good to know since I’m pretty sure he’s not interested anyway and that spares me from torturing myself over it.

So that’s my drunken escapade from last night. Stay tuned for Saturday’s episode, wherein Miss Lis goes to drink Margarita’s for Miss A’s birthday..lock up your sons!

Above picture of a sweet vintage hearse which has unfortunately been crapped up with logos for it belongs to the owner of a local punk rock emporium...I shot around the logos...

Nothing to really report, had a lovely visit last Thursday from Tom and Jane, hoping they can stay longer next time.

Nerding around a lot in the plant department. My Basil, Dill,Catnip, and Forget-me-Nots are all sprouting...remaining optimistic about the Rosemary. Plants I re-potted are flourishing and I'm geeked to go to the farmers market tomorrow morning and see what I can find in the way of mint and cilantro plants...

Working the Randolph St fest this weekend, as well as attending the Car and Bike show at Cobra Lounge. Hopefully there will be some good pics to show for it...

Cheers...

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Janes Go-Go goodness.

Was going to blog about Mayfest, a good time was had by all but sadly the day ended on am awful note when poor Shaun Cassidy met his fate at the hands of an automobile. Sleep in peace little pup.