what is this thing?
Hey. Winter's here. There is snow in Chicago town. Which means pedestrians gawk at this dumbass, when he rides his bike down the street. While eating a hot dog. Oh I wish. I've been eating left-overs, or home made lunches a lot more recently. Probably because it's not worth the effort to suit up and ride the half mile to Hot Doug's. Saves some heavy scrill, too. But you know what, I deserve it. I'm going to eat a hot dog tomorrow.
Food/entertainment experience: I went to a bar in boystown to play bingo and eat a big hamboiger. It was hosted by a post-op drag queen. In other words, a woman on technicality dressed in drag was there. What's the point, ma'am? She did a good job, plenty of double entendres. I won two tickets to Superdiamond, a Neil Diamond Cover band. It was the best prize they had. I vaguely like Neil Diamond, but I don't think I'd spend the dolla dolla bill to see these dudes pretend to be ND. I bet I could sell the tickets and enjoy the cash more. As long as I told myself not to spend it on hot dogs.
To keep the news almost entirely food related, the sister and I hosted a cooking competition on Sontag. It was like Iron Chef where you gotta make shit with one thing mostly. Lemon was the secret ingredient. You can read all you care about it here. I got dead last this time, mostly because I only made it into town from michigan that afternoon. But next time I will contend.
Michigan. I'm going home next week too. I can't remember the last time I had a full week at work. The DAD has a knack for developing illness on the holidays. And he did it again this year. Had a tumor took it out, didn't get to keep it. MRI of his whole body. Parapharyngeal cells. They'll give him radiation. He'll probably be fine.
Food/entertainment experience: I went to a bar in boystown to play bingo and eat a big hamboiger. It was hosted by a post-op drag queen. In other words, a woman on technicality dressed in drag was there. What's the point, ma'am? She did a good job, plenty of double entendres. I won two tickets to Superdiamond, a Neil Diamond Cover band. It was the best prize they had. I vaguely like Neil Diamond, but I don't think I'd spend the dolla dolla bill to see these dudes pretend to be ND. I bet I could sell the tickets and enjoy the cash more. As long as I told myself not to spend it on hot dogs.
To keep the news almost entirely food related, the sister and I hosted a cooking competition on Sontag. It was like Iron Chef where you gotta make shit with one thing mostly. Lemon was the secret ingredient. You can read all you care about it here. I got dead last this time, mostly because I only made it into town from michigan that afternoon. But next time I will contend.
Michigan. I'm going home next week too. I can't remember the last time I had a full week at work. The DAD has a knack for developing illness on the holidays. And he did it again this year. Had a tumor took it out, didn't get to keep it. MRI of his whole body. Parapharyngeal cells. They'll give him radiation. He'll probably be fine.