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so i've been living in chicago for the past few days ...
... and its been awesome.
went to go see watchmen last night at the biggest theater i've ever been to. i wanted to see it at imax but tickets for those shows are still sold out for the next few days. anyway, i went to the AMC in downtown and it was great. the movie was wonderful (albeit long). i mean, i'm not a terribly picky guy, i read the comic every year so i was going to enjoy it as long as it got the jist. it did, and went beyond that. very happy with it.
on saturday night i went out with my friend joy. as it stands she's the only person i actually know in chicago, but that's okay. we used to take a bunch of classes together at UA and never became really close, but she's still really fun to hang out with. she took me to the houndstooth in wrigleyville near wrigley field and we had a blast. the bar rules, it has alabama stuff everywhere, GREAT beers on tap and a wonderful atmosphere. reminds me of tuscaloosa. :) they even played that horrible song that starts with warren zevon's "werewolves of london" but is actually about alabama that pissed patrick winegar and i off back in the day.
after a few beers there we roamed addison for a little bit until settling on some pub a few streets over because they had good beer specials. we had a few at the bar and then joy decided she wanted to play darts, so we challenged some dudes hogging the dart board to a game.
turns out they played in a league or something and were really really good. we were really really bad and drunk. but we continued anyway.
then it turns out that one of the guys we're playing graduated from the university of alabama in 1990.
then it turns out that the same guy was a malleteer during that time.
then it turns out that the same guy worked for the crimson white when the bear died.
then it turns out that the same guy had a bunch of copies of the CW from when the day the bear died.
then it turns out that the same guy GIVES ME A COPY of it.
we drank and hugged it out. he remembered me from the freaking mallet mailing list (!!!).
"YOU'RE chris geiger?! i read your stuff on the mailing list!"
fucking awesome. his name is mike or something. both joy and i were pretty plastered by this point so it kinda all went by in a blur. i know, poor form mr. geiger. but it is what it is.
and i now have a copy of the cw from the day the bear died.
chicago rules.
... and its been awesome.
went to go see watchmen last night at the biggest theater i've ever been to. i wanted to see it at imax but tickets for those shows are still sold out for the next few days. anyway, i went to the AMC in downtown and it was great. the movie was wonderful (albeit long). i mean, i'm not a terribly picky guy, i read the comic every year so i was going to enjoy it as long as it got the jist. it did, and went beyond that. very happy with it.
on saturday night i went out with my friend joy. as it stands she's the only person i actually know in chicago, but that's okay. we used to take a bunch of classes together at UA and never became really close, but she's still really fun to hang out with. she took me to the houndstooth in wrigleyville near wrigley field and we had a blast. the bar rules, it has alabama stuff everywhere, GREAT beers on tap and a wonderful atmosphere. reminds me of tuscaloosa. :) they even played that horrible song that starts with warren zevon's "werewolves of london" but is actually about alabama that pissed patrick winegar and i off back in the day.
after a few beers there we roamed addison for a little bit until settling on some pub a few streets over because they had good beer specials. we had a few at the bar and then joy decided she wanted to play darts, so we challenged some dudes hogging the dart board to a game.
turns out they played in a league or something and were really really good. we were really really bad and drunk. but we continued anyway.
then it turns out that one of the guys we're playing graduated from the university of alabama in 1990.
then it turns out that the same guy was a malleteer during that time.
then it turns out that the same guy worked for the crimson white when the bear died.
then it turns out that the same guy had a bunch of copies of the CW from when the day the bear died.
then it turns out that the same guy GIVES ME A COPY of it.
we drank and hugged it out. he remembered me from the freaking mallet mailing list (!!!).
"YOU'RE chris geiger?! i read your stuff on the mailing list!"
fucking awesome. his name is mike or something. both joy and i were pretty plastered by this point so it kinda all went by in a blur. i know, poor form mr. geiger. but it is what it is.
and i now have a copy of the cw from the day the bear died.
chicago rules.