YAaaaay IT'S JUUUNNEEE
SO GUESS WHAT
I'm going to do my best with chronology.
Probably going to be somewhat difficult.
One of those that i'm going to be lazy with captions and explanations, SO:
I went to streamwood at some point in time. After that, a journey was launched into Mike's backyard. A space so overgrown, so neglected, so unbelievably untamed that one could easily hide out and probably feed themselves for months. Years, even. I guess at some point a few days down the road we ended up at the mall. And in the grand tradition of Nick's Lack of Inhibitions in Public Areas, he pranced around in playboy bunny emblazoned hot pants. I ventured to Glencoe, bored, and took some eqaully boring shots of weeds. Some of the beach. And one of a particularly endearing old man walking a tiny dog.
Went with Maryann to the Stevenson dance to see Josie's coreagraphy. To Benny Benassi. It was fantastic, and yet my camera decided to only take a few incredibly blurry shots. Whatever, within the next few mornings I was over at the Columbia offices getting school shit done, and took a picture of the metra heading into Union Station. The same shot I probably always take. Afterwords, a few empty speech bubble stickers were borrowed. Rather than use them for their intended purpose, they were filled in with strange faces. And stuck on playground equipment.
Speaking of my interesting activities, the next day I was handed a stick of charcoal and pointed to an empty wall. The wall's owner soon regretted his mistake. Then, Sean John got back in town and we watched Dinosaurs, dinosaurs, dinosaurs! in his basement like the good old days. I believe a night or two nights after, Nick, Maryann, and I proceeded to get fud up on Soco and Dr pepper. And fud up we got. And listened to a ton of Mstrkrft.
Alot of cherry drop was played, thanks to the antidote boys being back in town. Denning's hair gets cut, and he starts to look relatively human again. There's a ton of band practice, and goofy band promo pictures taken. And a small flood.
After the rain stopped, there was a visit to potbellies. Then, we hung out with some idiots in sean john's basement. And that all led up to Ben Spie's first basement show of the summer. No pictures were taken there, which is unfortunate. Because it was probably the best show we ever played. Following that was the premiere of Felatio a go go, also lacking pictures. But god damn, we danced. A huge group of show-goers made their way to Steak and Shake following, and then most of us went home.
That Sunday might've been the worst day of my life, but i'm not entirely sure. Because I don't remember any of it. Played a pretty crappy show, but the pictures turned out pretty well. Dumb how that shit works.
Malls get visited, more ridiculous clothes find their way onto nick's body. The idea to pass out demos at a local VFW is proposed and followed in full. Maryann came along and was obviously amused the whole time. I go home early and succumb to mild exaustion, wake up early, and go with my parents to Wauconda dog park. There are cranes, mud, and dogs everywhere. Seamus once again proves how awkward his massive stature can be amongst other smaller dogs.
The first swimming of the season happens, and then we head to a Sleazy Sailor party. Unfortunately, most of us missed the memo. But those of us who didn't looked fucking fab. We drove back from Logan Squrr around 1:30am, and then met up with Patrick and Bruno at a park. Everyone went home, and the next day I watched Zoolander and fell asleep. Until 2am, when I was called upon to save someone's drunk ass. What became a small trip turned into a big adventure, and at 5am we ended up at Lake Bluff to watch the sunrise.
That was basically it I guess, but I don't quite remember.
And if you can make sense of these pictures from that huge block of text, good job!
Ok so that seriously took forever.
Guess May was a pretty good month.
BYE.
I'm going to do my best with chronology.
Probably going to be somewhat difficult.
One of those that i'm going to be lazy with captions and explanations, SO:
I went to streamwood at some point in time. After that, a journey was launched into Mike's backyard. A space so overgrown, so neglected, so unbelievably untamed that one could easily hide out and probably feed themselves for months. Years, even. I guess at some point a few days down the road we ended up at the mall. And in the grand tradition of Nick's Lack of Inhibitions in Public Areas, he pranced around in playboy bunny emblazoned hot pants. I ventured to Glencoe, bored, and took some eqaully boring shots of weeds. Some of the beach. And one of a particularly endearing old man walking a tiny dog.
Went with Maryann to the Stevenson dance to see Josie's coreagraphy. To Benny Benassi. It was fantastic, and yet my camera decided to only take a few incredibly blurry shots. Whatever, within the next few mornings I was over at the Columbia offices getting school shit done, and took a picture of the metra heading into Union Station. The same shot I probably always take. Afterwords, a few empty speech bubble stickers were borrowed. Rather than use them for their intended purpose, they were filled in with strange faces. And stuck on playground equipment.
Speaking of my interesting activities, the next day I was handed a stick of charcoal and pointed to an empty wall. The wall's owner soon regretted his mistake. Then, Sean John got back in town and we watched Dinosaurs, dinosaurs, dinosaurs! in his basement like the good old days. I believe a night or two nights after, Nick, Maryann, and I proceeded to get fud up on Soco and Dr pepper. And fud up we got. And listened to a ton of Mstrkrft.
Alot of cherry drop was played, thanks to the antidote boys being back in town. Denning's hair gets cut, and he starts to look relatively human again. There's a ton of band practice, and goofy band promo pictures taken. And a small flood.
After the rain stopped, there was a visit to potbellies. Then, we hung out with some idiots in sean john's basement. And that all led up to Ben Spie's first basement show of the summer. No pictures were taken there, which is unfortunate. Because it was probably the best show we ever played. Following that was the premiere of Felatio a go go, also lacking pictures. But god damn, we danced. A huge group of show-goers made their way to Steak and Shake following, and then most of us went home.
That Sunday might've been the worst day of my life, but i'm not entirely sure. Because I don't remember any of it. Played a pretty crappy show, but the pictures turned out pretty well. Dumb how that shit works.
Malls get visited, more ridiculous clothes find their way onto nick's body. The idea to pass out demos at a local VFW is proposed and followed in full. Maryann came along and was obviously amused the whole time. I go home early and succumb to mild exaustion, wake up early, and go with my parents to Wauconda dog park. There are cranes, mud, and dogs everywhere. Seamus once again proves how awkward his massive stature can be amongst other smaller dogs.
The first swimming of the season happens, and then we head to a Sleazy Sailor party. Unfortunately, most of us missed the memo. But those of us who didn't looked fucking fab. We drove back from Logan Squrr around 1:30am, and then met up with Patrick and Bruno at a park. Everyone went home, and the next day I watched Zoolander and fell asleep. Until 2am, when I was called upon to save someone's drunk ass. What became a small trip turned into a big adventure, and at 5am we ended up at Lake Bluff to watch the sunrise.
That was basically it I guess, but I don't quite remember.
And if you can make sense of these pictures from that huge block of text, good job!
Ok so that seriously took forever.
Guess May was a pretty good month.
BYE.