The long-awaited tale of our trip to Chicago. Apologies to all who've heard this, but there are those that haven't ( Read more... )

Sorry for the falling off the face of the planet bit...not having the internet is very, very difficult for me. Now I am able to see the true face of my dependancy. Ah well. For now I'll send this short little missive from the Chicago Public Library ( Read more... )

Looks like this is the last post for a bit; the computer is being packed up and shipped off today ( Read more... )

Just closed the bank accounts. Going to pick the car up now that she's been checked out for any suspicious behavior that could affect our trip on Sunday ( Read more... )

I'm glad there's one last good show to catch at Metronome before I leave. It's not a great venue: it's just one of the only ones downtown. When the boys were booking every show that came their way (I really wish I had footage of the Essex Teen Center...) Metronome was the one they played most. Those were the dark drunken days, far too many ( Read more... )

The Intriguing Guy just left, after hanging out with us for about three hours or so. It was so much fun. He's so nice. He's so easy to hang out with. I feel like I've committed a crime by not becoming friends in October, when we got the nerve to exchange phone numbers. Regardless, it was special enough.

*note to self: don't be too shy to make

A misunderstanding in a drunk conversation with Steff led 274 N Winooski Apt. 1 to Five Spice for Dim Sum today. For once it wasn't crowded, and all the good vegetarian dumplings made their way to our table. It seems most patrons go for the meat options, leaving us our choice ( Read more... )

Jared just noticed there's a tv hanging from a tree across the street. Hanging by a wire so thin I can't see it from here; it appears to be hovering directly below the tree branch.
Yep. It's waiting to poke the eyes out of the neighborhood children.

(1) Beautician's Hair Drying Chair - Worked when dragged in from the street, could probably work again, but will always be a conversation piece ( Read more... )

So it's not easy for me to be organized, or even, shall we say, tidy. Anyone who has lived with me can attest to this. Actually, for years I was fortunate to live with a best friend who was also obsessive compulsive. It was nice because the apartment was always free from dirt, but a cloud of guilt (much like my mother can kick up) was omnipresent. ( Read more... )