Capitalism stole my virginity.
First and foremost: my sincerest apologies out to E-dawg. :) From an email today = "and you still havve not updated your live journal and thus have no idea how you are doing....yes i check it hourly and no i dont care if you have a million boxes of shit to organize." Ohhhh dawg, I am so sorry; it was a really busy weekend! Miss you slut - only THREE MORE WEEKS until we're back under the dome!
So, speaking of busy weekends... this weekend was maybe one of the most fun I've had all summer. Besides a disgustingly gross apartment (I haven't even been back to survey the total damage, but I can only imagine), a wicked blister on my right heel, and some truly hateful sunburn, I managed to escape the weekend relatively unscathed. Seeing as how we (me + Pat + Joe + Jerrod + occasionally some of SASSY) spent a combined 22 hours out in the brightest sun Chicago has ever seen, I consider that quite an accomplishment. Oh yeah, and besides it being hotter than hell, we were rocking out. A LOT. (Though not as hard as Beatle Bob... oh, BB, you are my life-long role model!)
Recap du week-end: 18347 guests in my apartment, wandering around downtown, counseling session. Sleep. The Redwalls, the (International) Noise Conspiracy + anarchy, M83, Ambulance LTD + the arrival of some (very drunk) SASSY folk, Kaiser Chiefs (Oh My God, that was a sweet sing-along), Dashboard Confessional, Cake, Billy Idol + heaven-sent rain, the Black Keys, Primus, the Pixies, drunk and really creepy guy, WEEZER!! Best show ever. Rivers, oh how I love every dysfunctional inch of you. Sleep. Credit card scandal, eggs and toast, OK Go's amazing choreographed dance, the Ponys, Saul Williams + hateful DefJam poetry, Kasabian, Blue Merle + shade + smoothies, Dinosaur Jr., Tegan and Sara, wasted and ready with Ben Kweller, the Arcade Fire + involuntary dancing (could not stop my legs from moving, God they are going to blow up soon), Spoon, a little Dandy Warhols + a lot of distortion, indie rock and roll with the Killers, blown away by Death Cab for Cutie. How sweet is their new album going to be? Very. Stroll downtown + Pat got ripped off by a shoe-shiner, Corona, packing. Finally, futon and laughing and talking and ridiculous stories and laughing hysterically and creepy-hands hugs and remembering why we'll still be friends, despite transatlanticism. No sleep.
The weekend was such a blur, there is no way I could write about it in real sentences. This will have to suffice for now. Leaving this morning was bittersweet (not to mention that I was and still totally am exhausted). Happy to be in Florida and actually traveling with my job; sad to leave Chicago and miss Enderle's visit this week. :( Maybe next week?
Also, my C-bus boys - I hope you made it back okay and had as much fun as I did! My grandmother called me this afternoon to say that y'all were the nicest boys ever, and that you should come back any time. Apparently telling her that she was the "sweetest thing about the whole trip" made her insanely happy. I would take offense to that if I didn't recognize the infinitely greater sweetness of my grandmother to anything I could hope to achieve.
And now... must pass out. Will update from Boca Raton later in the week.
So, speaking of busy weekends... this weekend was maybe one of the most fun I've had all summer. Besides a disgustingly gross apartment (I haven't even been back to survey the total damage, but I can only imagine), a wicked blister on my right heel, and some truly hateful sunburn, I managed to escape the weekend relatively unscathed. Seeing as how we (me + Pat + Joe + Jerrod + occasionally some of SASSY) spent a combined 22 hours out in the brightest sun Chicago has ever seen, I consider that quite an accomplishment. Oh yeah, and besides it being hotter than hell, we were rocking out. A LOT. (Though not as hard as Beatle Bob... oh, BB, you are my life-long role model!)
Recap du week-end: 18347 guests in my apartment, wandering around downtown, counseling session. Sleep. The Redwalls, the (International) Noise Conspiracy + anarchy, M83, Ambulance LTD + the arrival of some (very drunk) SASSY folk, Kaiser Chiefs (Oh My God, that was a sweet sing-along), Dashboard Confessional, Cake, Billy Idol + heaven-sent rain, the Black Keys, Primus, the Pixies, drunk and really creepy guy, WEEZER!! Best show ever. Rivers, oh how I love every dysfunctional inch of you. Sleep. Credit card scandal, eggs and toast, OK Go's amazing choreographed dance, the Ponys, Saul Williams + hateful DefJam poetry, Kasabian, Blue Merle + shade + smoothies, Dinosaur Jr., Tegan and Sara, wasted and ready with Ben Kweller, the Arcade Fire + involuntary dancing (could not stop my legs from moving, God they are going to blow up soon), Spoon, a little Dandy Warhols + a lot of distortion, indie rock and roll with the Killers, blown away by Death Cab for Cutie. How sweet is their new album going to be? Very. Stroll downtown + Pat got ripped off by a shoe-shiner, Corona, packing. Finally, futon and laughing and talking and ridiculous stories and laughing hysterically and creepy-hands hugs and remembering why we'll still be friends, despite transatlanticism. No sleep.
The weekend was such a blur, there is no way I could write about it in real sentences. This will have to suffice for now. Leaving this morning was bittersweet (not to mention that I was and still totally am exhausted). Happy to be in Florida and actually traveling with my job; sad to leave Chicago and miss Enderle's visit this week. :( Maybe next week?
Also, my C-bus boys - I hope you made it back okay and had as much fun as I did! My grandmother called me this afternoon to say that y'all were the nicest boys ever, and that you should come back any time. Apparently telling her that she was the "sweetest thing about the whole trip" made her insanely happy. I would take offense to that if I didn't recognize the infinitely greater sweetness of my grandmother to anything I could hope to achieve.
And now... must pass out. Will update from Boca Raton later in the week.