The concert was up on the Northside, actually right down the street from Wrigley Field, where me and Keri are totally out of our element as Sox fans. Wednesday also happened to be a the night Mark Buerhle threw a no-hitter against the Rangers. What the fuck - I have the be in Cubs territory for this event? If I hadn't have had a job interview early the next morning we totally would have gone into some Cubs bar and bragged about Marky Mark. And then probably gotten beat up, but it woulda been worth it.
On Friday we went to the bar to hear Diana's boyfriend's band and I brought my Peter Bjorn and John cd to listen to on the way. I have yet to see it since then, and it's killing me. How the fuck does a cd just dissappear inside a car? I lost my last phone the same way - the truck ate it. Goddamn Ford Expedition black holes.
Today it was a high so far of 80 degrees outside, so me and three of my friends went downtown to the Lincoln Park Zoo to see a free concert in the park, Umphrey's McGee, a band I've paid quite a bit of money to see in the past. I don't know why it surprised and annoyed the shit out of me that it was crowded as fuck. Maybe the 80 degree weather? The free concert? Just the fact of going to the zoo on a nice day? Those all could have been a factor I'm guessing. Just call me Matlock.
I met on guy, Will, last Friday night and was telling my mom about him on Saturday when I got home from work. We were outside at the time and then walked in a minute later and sat down at the kitchen table with my dad:
Mom: So does Will like the same sports and music you do?
Me: Oh yeah, he's really into sports, but he's a Cubs fan.
Mom: Well there could be worse things.
Dad: NO THERE COULDN'T BE.
At least my dad has his priorities straight. Job? Who cares if he has one of those (which he does), HE'S A CUBS FAN. That's strike one two AND three right there. Hey-o, check out that sports analogy.
So the other day I was clipping my toenails (sexy) and clipped right through my iPod earphones wire. I don't even have anything else to say about that.
I'm still STILL reading The Human Stain. I'm starting to annoy myself I'm taking so long. I'm pretty close now, but just never get the urge to read it cause it doesn't interest me at all. This could potentially be a spoiler, so don't read this if you want to read the book, but it bugs me that none of Coleman's kids look black at all. I know Coleman passes as white even though he's black, so his kids probably wouldn't be that dark skinned, but really? None of his four kids gave him away, despite the fact that they're half black? Not a single one of them came out a little darker skinned? I like to concentrate on the stupid shit. After this book I'm sucking it up and paying my fine at the library. I'm sick of these shitty eBay books.
Are ya'll ready for the scariest picture in the entire world? Cause I have it right here for you. This was over Easter Weekend when us three plus three of our friends were over drinking in our kitchen Friday night. Yes, we do have shirts on that say "O'Donnell University" because my mom is queer and bought them for us for Christmas, don't hate. God knows what the fuck I was laughing at, but your eyes are not playing tricks on you, I really do look like a braying donkey when I laugh. Awwwwwwwesome. You're welcome J.P and Keri for putting this on the intraweb so everyone can see us at our sexiest.
If I wake up tomorrow without swollen lymph nodes it will be a glorious, glorious day.