September 7th, 2004

flavored with age

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So, the weekend was sorta lovely, kinda busy, and very pleasant, in roughly ascending order.

Friday I finally got my rat hole of an apartment cleaned up and looking liveable, and spend the rest of the night hunched painfully over the computer finishing up the penultimate deadline I had over an agonizing month of freelance work (I also got a nice-sized check in the mail for one of the previous pieces, which reminded me what the fuck I've been breaking deez nuuuuuuuuts for in the first place).

Saturday, ninafarina arrived in town, and we spent some time doing this and that, and I came to the realization that she is super awesome and rocks the funky beat not just with one hand, but with both. There was dinner, there was drinking, and then there was Sunday, when we did the breakfast thing, the museum thing (we saw the Chicago Modernism exhibit at the Terra Museum, which is the very last exhibit they're going to have before closing forever thanks to shortsightedness and stubbornness on the part of the late Daniel Terra's family; I urge all Chicagoans to go check it out while you still can), and then the heading over to the home of some friends for grilled pizza, booze, good conversation, and the very satistying hurling of water balloons at a picture of George W. Bush.

Sunday, alas, ninafarina headed back for the Twin Cities (which, I am sad to report, are not actually twins -- stop living the lie, Minneapolis) and I decided to pay tribute to my fellow working-class heroes on Labor Day by not doing any goddamn labor at all. I loafed around the apartment, FINALLY worked on my crappy novel, watched Jesus Christ Superstar in French, read a good book, divested myself of the 'Rab-fro in favor of a sort of "gay Marine" look, and generally acted like a punk-ass loafer. AND I'M NOT SORRY. What does the rest of the week hold? I'll tell you what: it holds deez nuuuuuuuuts!

And now, I leave you with a picture of my hero. There's another Collapse )



P.S. Did I forget to take any pictures this weekend -- of the museum, of my dear friends, of ANYTHING except my fat ass giving meself a haircut? I wouldn't say I FORGOT, exactly. I would say I was prevented from doing so by Satan and his unholy minions.