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

 

Comments

[Mr. Mike]

Okay, must remember -- get Lis lots of tequila shots on her birthday...

[Miss Lis]

Why Mr. Mike I *do* declare!

[bridget]

Was his name Jesse? Someone in my tent at Death Cab was all Disco Biscuits too. I think he was called Jesse.

And I doubt many do that at bars but they do intentionally short you at busy shows now and then. Last time I worked stage bar some douche who didn't tip on any of the 5 screwdrivers he had (what kind of man orders screwdrivers at a concert?) then shorted me $2 on the 6th, grabbed the drink and scuttled off into the darkness while I was trying to unwad it all.

[Miss Lis]

That's when you sic security on his ass. Or does the new policy dictate they just reward that kind of behaviour with warm cuddles and over trouser fondling?

[bridget]

No Vic security by the stage bar most of the time and, believe it or not, Safety pretty fucking useless sometimes.