"Hey Fred, what did you do on the weekend?"
Glad you asked, voice in my head, so let me tell you.
Friday: Went back down south to see my boys in Pilsen. Earlier one of them texted me about a get-together at the crib, so I was like, "fuck yeah" and went. Thing is, when I got there, not a lot of people were there so we wound going to the Flat Iron. Ah the Flat Iron. A place where long-haired hipster congregate and compare tight clothes and throwback sneakers.
So me and my boy Rob V. sat at the corner bar next to these two chicks. Me and him were conversing when the heavier of the two started loudly slurring out, "THESE GUYS ARE NAUGHTY" then threw ice at us, a few wound up in the crotch region. So being the gentlemen, I retorted by slinging ice back at her, then she threw some at me and blah blah blah. Then she got up and disappeared.
So after awhile, we all headed over to Late Bar which was having its Soul night. Nothing much happen, expect I ran into the girl that was working the bar I quit from. She was drunk as usual, but I avoided her if I could so nothing major to report.
Saturday: Hung out with the folks that day. Brought my laundry cuz my mom insists I do it there. We watched this documentary called "The Wonderful Whites of West Virigina" about a family of dope-dealing, fighing, redneck in Boone County in WV. I think I left there around midnight.
Rob was spinning at Cobra Lounge with my other guy Christian. I walk in at around 1 in the morning and guess who was on stage?
Naked Raygun!
Yep, they were doing a secret show there after they're set at the Congress Theater with Dropkick Murphys. First off, it was crowded as a motherfucker. So crowded in fact, that when I came in my glasses fogged up. That fucking crowded. So they did their hits, some Stiff Little Fingers and Damned covers which was nice. Herb, who was from old-school Chicago punk band Rights of the Accused actually stood in as bassist for a
bit. This wasn't so much a show as a jam session that was watched by a shit-ton of people. Plus EVERYBODY I know was there.
After the show, we headed back to Pilsen to hang out at my boy's crib. Nothing much was going expect one of his roommate was trying to go to Logan Square to bang this chick that texted him earlier and everybody didn't want him to do it cuz he was drunk (last time he drove drunk he was in an accident). So my boy decided to drive him there, but came back after 10 mins cuz they didn't know the directions. So he wound up going up there by himself, after much protests from us.
I struck around til 6:30am then went back home, where my roommate was having a session so I had to be out by 9:30. Fine, so I dropped off my laundry there, went out, had some coffee at the Caribou Coffee across the street, walked up and down, drove to the bank to cash a check, blah blah blah, I wound up going back to the crib at 1:45pm cuz the client came around 11:30 instead of the 10:30 and it was a two hour session. So I came back to the apartment, unclothed myself of the sweat-drenched sweater, vest with the studs on the shoulders, took out the mattress and went to sleep. I had tickets Dropkick Murphys that night, but I didn't go due to extreme tiredness.
Man, this blog would more awesome if it had pictures, no? Pictures and monkeys?
Monday, I ran into a couple from Spain that saw Naked Raygun at the Congress on Saturday. That's right. They flew all the way from Europe to see them, and the boyfriend had a tattoo that said, "What Poor Gods We Do Make" on his arm (from their song "I don't know"). When they were leaving, the girl said farewell by taking my hand and biting my finger. Luckily no skin broke.
So, how are ya doing?
And much apologies for the long ass blog, but seeing that my last few posts were more introspective, I figured it was time for a change.
Glad you asked, voice in my head, so let me tell you.
Friday: Went back down south to see my boys in Pilsen. Earlier one of them texted me about a get-together at the crib, so I was like, "fuck yeah" and went. Thing is, when I got there, not a lot of people were there so we wound going to the Flat Iron. Ah the Flat Iron. A place where long-haired hipster congregate and compare tight clothes and throwback sneakers.
So me and my boy Rob V. sat at the corner bar next to these two chicks. Me and him were conversing when the heavier of the two started loudly slurring out, "THESE GUYS ARE NAUGHTY" then threw ice at us, a few wound up in the crotch region. So being the gentlemen, I retorted by slinging ice back at her, then she threw some at me and blah blah blah. Then she got up and disappeared.
So after awhile, we all headed over to Late Bar which was having its Soul night. Nothing much happen, expect I ran into the girl that was working the bar I quit from. She was drunk as usual, but I avoided her if I could so nothing major to report.
Saturday: Hung out with the folks that day. Brought my laundry cuz my mom insists I do it there. We watched this documentary called "The Wonderful Whites of West Virigina" about a family of dope-dealing, fighing, redneck in Boone County in WV. I think I left there around midnight.
Rob was spinning at Cobra Lounge with my other guy Christian. I walk in at around 1 in the morning and guess who was on stage?
Naked Raygun!
Yep, they were doing a secret show there after they're set at the Congress Theater with Dropkick Murphys. First off, it was crowded as a motherfucker. So crowded in fact, that when I came in my glasses fogged up. That fucking crowded. So they did their hits, some Stiff Little Fingers and Damned covers which was nice. Herb, who was from old-school Chicago punk band Rights of the Accused actually stood in as bassist for a
bit. This wasn't so much a show as a jam session that was watched by a shit-ton of people. Plus EVERYBODY I know was there.
After the show, we headed back to Pilsen to hang out at my boy's crib. Nothing much was going expect one of his roommate was trying to go to Logan Square to bang this chick that texted him earlier and everybody didn't want him to do it cuz he was drunk (last time he drove drunk he was in an accident). So my boy decided to drive him there, but came back after 10 mins cuz they didn't know the directions. So he wound up going up there by himself, after much protests from us.
I struck around til 6:30am then went back home, where my roommate was having a session so I had to be out by 9:30. Fine, so I dropped off my laundry there, went out, had some coffee at the Caribou Coffee across the street, walked up and down, drove to the bank to cash a check, blah blah blah, I wound up going back to the crib at 1:45pm cuz the client came around 11:30 instead of the 10:30 and it was a two hour session. So I came back to the apartment, unclothed myself of the sweat-drenched sweater, vest with the studs on the shoulders, took out the mattress and went to sleep. I had tickets Dropkick Murphys that night, but I didn't go due to extreme tiredness.
Man, this blog would more awesome if it had pictures, no? Pictures and monkeys?
Monday, I ran into a couple from Spain that saw Naked Raygun at the Congress on Saturday. That's right. They flew all the way from Europe to see them, and the boyfriend had a tattoo that said, "What Poor Gods We Do Make" on his arm (from their song "I don't know"). When they were leaving, the girl said farewell by taking my hand and biting my finger. Luckily no skin broke.
So, how are ya doing?
And much apologies for the long ass blog, but seeing that my last few posts were more introspective, I figured it was time for a change.
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lucky i a *city boy* or *townie* as me nan always reminds me
hey, glad yr boy getting something useful outta dem ss fuckers
and NAKED RAYGUN - no fuckijng way are they still alive!!!