Off to Market
Once again the bitch in me is proven wrong. I actually had a blast at Market Days. Hanging around having drinks, cruising eye candy and having some laughs. My only regret is that I could not find a cowboy hat because I became obsessed with finding the perfect one. I’ll have to email The Lawyer down state and see if he can find me one like he had at Pride. Which, of course, was authentically hick.
Maybe it was the weather, maybe my attitude is changing, but it didn’t seem to be this huge brainless flesh fest as it usually is. In fact, for every cute guy walking around there were probably three average guys, two families and one clan of Goth kids. I saw a couple very cute Goth kids, all in black. So dark and yummy with gooey, evil centers. I even saw some cute, non-Goth white boys who didn’t even have the farmer tan like me. I was rejoiced to see I was not the last pale bastard in Chicago.
Rockwell needed to head home around 7:15 or so and I walked back to his place with him debating in my head going back in a bit. But, the minute I sat on his couch the last drop of energy in me expelled itself into the air and I was immobile. The fact he gave me a ride home was my saving grace because I am not sure I physically could have made the walk. They were all going to Circuit and Jones kept saying how much he wanted me to go, but there is no way I could have done it.
I got back here, turned on the TV and promptly passed out on the sofa, waking up sometime around 2:30 and moving to the bed. All night I had strange dreams about battling off ancient Greek warriors and monsters from my ’village’ which was actually some kind of high school building or something with a beach in the gymnasium.
Tonight is Josh Groban and I’d probably be way more excited if I wasn’t so groggy. I saw Zoid briefly yesterday and kinda blew him off by going home and not returning to Halsted. He and his group of friends always seem to be having some huge drama. I really don’t get why they all hang out together. He is always stressed around them. I’ve cut people out of my life for lesser annoyances.
He’s never heard any Josh Groban before and I am really hoping he likes it. For the price of the tickets in the section we’re sitting in I am truly hoping it deters any of the usual teenage groupies I am always complaining about. I am imagining a lot of old ladies or mothers and daughters. I can only pray that’s what it is.
I have to log onto my work’s webmail client and turn my away message on and I am really hesitant to do so because I don’t want to know a thing about what’s going on there. This week is going to blow by so fast. I think tomorrow will be my errand day. I’ve got the doc, need to do some shopping with money I don’t have and I am totally itching to see 'Garden State'. I am beside myself with the concept of not having to wake up for anything or anyone for the next seven days. It’s flabbergasting.
Maybe it was the weather, maybe my attitude is changing, but it didn’t seem to be this huge brainless flesh fest as it usually is. In fact, for every cute guy walking around there were probably three average guys, two families and one clan of Goth kids. I saw a couple very cute Goth kids, all in black. So dark and yummy with gooey, evil centers. I even saw some cute, non-Goth white boys who didn’t even have the farmer tan like me. I was rejoiced to see I was not the last pale bastard in Chicago.
Rockwell needed to head home around 7:15 or so and I walked back to his place with him debating in my head going back in a bit. But, the minute I sat on his couch the last drop of energy in me expelled itself into the air and I was immobile. The fact he gave me a ride home was my saving grace because I am not sure I physically could have made the walk. They were all going to Circuit and Jones kept saying how much he wanted me to go, but there is no way I could have done it.
I got back here, turned on the TV and promptly passed out on the sofa, waking up sometime around 2:30 and moving to the bed. All night I had strange dreams about battling off ancient Greek warriors and monsters from my ’village’ which was actually some kind of high school building or something with a beach in the gymnasium.
Tonight is Josh Groban and I’d probably be way more excited if I wasn’t so groggy. I saw Zoid briefly yesterday and kinda blew him off by going home and not returning to Halsted. He and his group of friends always seem to be having some huge drama. I really don’t get why they all hang out together. He is always stressed around them. I’ve cut people out of my life for lesser annoyances.
He’s never heard any Josh Groban before and I am really hoping he likes it. For the price of the tickets in the section we’re sitting in I am truly hoping it deters any of the usual teenage groupies I am always complaining about. I am imagining a lot of old ladies or mothers and daughters. I can only pray that’s what it is.
I have to log onto my work’s webmail client and turn my away message on and I am really hesitant to do so because I don’t want to know a thing about what’s going on there. This week is going to blow by so fast. I think tomorrow will be my errand day. I’ve got the doc, need to do some shopping with money I don’t have and I am totally itching to see 'Garden State'. I am beside myself with the concept of not having to wake up for anything or anyone for the next seven days. It’s flabbergasting.