. be prepared to intercept several spelling errors, lower caps and grammatically incorrect phrases and words that don’t mean what I want them to (at least according to that ho-bag Merriam Webster, anyway).
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
summah, summah, summurr tyieeem
dudez, it's here. even though it's a 3 day work week for yers truly, that doesn't necessarily lessen the intensity or long hours playing corporate grownzup. but last night i made the best decision in forever when i drug my workerbees and sexted a few galpals to meet me at milennium park for what was the first rendition of downtown sounds.
yeah, sure, bonnie prince billy was kewl or whathaveyou. but really, drinking brews from walgreens, talking smack to little boys blowing bubbles, watching some warlord play with his 'davidbowieball' (ashleymeekeristhebest), and squirm around in corporate wear while proudly letting my tattoos hang out was really what it was all about. beautiful evening. warm wine/budweiser buzz. relief of an extended upcoming weekend (with zero plans!).
tomorrow marks the end of the work week for me, and then 5 days of nada await. gonna pretend im unemployed again, and ride my birthday bike, like, everywhere. go grab some longoverdue drinks with whoever the hell is out and about, thinkin' rainbo with lisalisa on thurs where i'll proceed to request nonstop 50 cent bday shout outs and then my cookout/beachwood soiree on saturday. will just crawl around my apartment like one of those creepy cave dweller mole creatures before/after. eat cheetos and kiss molly. this is what i want for my birthday. (well, i mean other than introducing the beau to the maternal unit and hammering NUMEROUS shots of cuervo in a hottub, how the hell can you up that?)
but yeah.back to the music i was rambling about or whatever. this summer is going to kick ass. i just know it. work is shmerk, but at least i can afford to have some fun and i got a great dude to rock it with. i don't think there's a show on memorial day monday, but i know there's one the monday after. 6:30 every week, a whopping 2 blocks down michigan ave from my office. iron and wine, ted leo & pharmacists, a whole slew of other indie bands i kinda wanna see but not really as much as i wanna drink outside and roll around in the dirty grass and swear at toddlers.
god damn, summer in chicago is grand. here's to hoping i ain't too old for it.
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