The last week, as best recalled when listening to country music...
Sunday: I was invited by my friend James to take a tour of a tall ship given by the ship's captain, a man I had heard about for almost a year. The captain, a tall beautiful man, well spoken, with the air of the romance with his wife wound about him, was waiting for us outside the Baltimore II. The ship is a tribute to the original Baltimore, which sunk in trajedy, taking most of the crew with her. This Baltimore survived it's own demasting disaster in which the crew should have died and from which everyone in a moment of raw mericle survived.
She's beautiful, built in the style of the Privateers her namesake came from.
Breakdown:
Took to El to the loop. It was a beautiful day so I walked to Navy Pier. I was given a free M&M ice cream. Was unimpressed but excited for the icecream anyway. Watched Jame's trolley pull in and was late anyway.
Met Captain Jamie T. Toured tall ship. Wandered about for a bit. Thought the crew were hip kats. Found out they were the ship docked next to the Transe Express show the night before.
We met with the band Brilliant Pebbles and had lunch with Jamie at the Fox and Oble.
Wandered around the loop with Heather's nice and nephew before taking the El home with them.
Took a nap.
Went to Anjali's dad's 60th birthday which was an Indian BBQ. Saw Anj, Aaron, Cynth, Hantsch and Drew.
Anjali was kind about my dad. Bad news about my friend's dad.
Was landen with leftovers.
Monday: Worked for Sharon in Edgewater. Took public trans. Made it to the train on my bike in under 10 minutes.
Found out pants ripped at the bum on my way home from the train. Can't figure out why.
Changed, bought lemonade sold by 2 little girls, went to Corri's for Monday night fun.
Tuesday: Felt sick so I got coffee and a Jamba Juice. Was supposed to try bikes with billboards, but the guy never called me back when I called to reschedule. Something else happened that morning, but I don't remember what. Didn't go to trapeze. I think I went to Boarders and wandered and bought a new datebook that night? Went shopping for clothes that won't cling to me in 90+ moist weather. Bought a dress and a blouse.
Wednesday: Interview at Fred Astaire dance Studio. Went well but I don't think I can take the job. Went to the mall across the street. Bought another dress (it's a clearance sale weekend). Had a phone interview. It was so hot that I went to Starbucks. I LOVE this new Starbucks. I know... but it felt like a combination of an old Victorian hunting lodge, an Oscar Wilde novel and a cabana. One of the employees danced for me. I got a free drink. I had a phone interview. I think it went well, although I was nervous. The guy sounds cool.
I was dressed well, felt really good about how I looked. Went home, couldn't find my bag so I had to change into comfy clothes. Drove to the El. Took an hour in rush hour. Went to my Viewpoints class. Totally freaked out and bombed. Got my script to memorize. It's about a girl who was raped 10 years ago. Yeah. Took the El home with Steve. Helped some tourists navigate the Red Line construction. Took the Blue Line home with them. One of the kids, Logan, thought I was pretty cool for a girl. He made me high five him. He's going into 6th grade. (He's into theater, comic books, reading, and so on...) His mom took them to a place outside New Orleans for vacation a few years ago to help rebuild. She just went to Haiti with her church. She's a teacher. Pretty cool family from southern small town Illinois.
Thursday: Got up at 8 to watch my friend Lawrence play on WGN news. Went back to bed 45 minutes later. News reporting makes me angry. Got up late and drove to Rodger's Park. Was 30 minutes late for work. Was too hungry to meet Monica and Corri, so I went to a corner Bakery west on Touhy, the one in the same mall as that spy store. Read some Murakami. Wandered around B&N. Was shocked to find out that their outlets are for employee use only. (My phone was dying.) Bought a map of a different city. Read in my car for a while.
Finally drove to the loop. Something is wrong had been wrong since Corner Bakery. I felt so anxious that, by the time I got to the loop, I thought I would be sick. Parked and went to Grant Park to hear Lamajamal play and watch the dancing. Sat down after a while at a banch. Started writing furiously (hooray) until I guy started talking to me a paragraph later and didn't stop. (BOOO! Don't interrupt people writing.) he's an engineer. Very interested in my independent employment status. Very aggressive. From Iraq. Works nearby. Always comes to Summerdance. Finally the show is over and I run off to say HI to Joey and Ronnie's clan. The guy sees me as I leave and follows me to his car till he gets my number. I can't tell what his intentions are.
Friday: Day off! Sleep late, talk to Liz B. about death. I called her to change plans because I have a wake. She tells me she too has one the next day. The theme of my day is now death. Earlier someone messaged me with a very kind offer to talk to me about the experience of loosing our fathers. Coffee shop girl might go dancing to my reccommends tonight. I still want her mowhawk. Am still off, still very anxious.
I find out that there was an appointment due to some confusion for my dad's toombstone to be picked out without me. I'm pissed. I'm really wound up and I don't know why.
I go to Mary R's to work on a writing project, but really we just catch up. She shows me scrapbooks with advice on how to store things. I forgot how much I like Matt F. until I flip through her photos. We watch movie trailers. I slip into one of my new dressed, red with polka dots, and reluctantly leave for the El. I miss Balkan and Romanian dancing, but got o hear the GHRSQB to square dance. Greg's there and I don't have it in me to deal with the tension, so I just watch Lawrence play and the dancers dance. A guy asks me to dance, I refuse but we get talking. He just moved so I give him my email but he follows me as I'm on my phone about to leave. I've become jumpy around boys. I don't know when they're just being socially weird or scary. I run off to go to my friend's thing at the Music Box and to avoid Greg.
the El is slow so I'm 30 min. late for my friend's TV Pilot being shown at the Music Box. The guy at the door lets me in and I somehow see almost everything anyway. Two of my friends are acting, and they're incredibly good. On the El on the way there, an older man oggles me and I watch his reflection do it in the window. I read a story called Sleep and try not to fall asleep thinking about the machine of Lily's brain.
On my way out, I scratch my leg and come up bleeding. My finger is gushing blood. Lily and lara both blanch. I wrap it up and walk to pick Me Up cafe. A drunk girl tells me I'm gorgeous and some drunk gys try to get me to go get a drink with them. One is very excited when I respond to his Spanish in Spanish, but I dodge them in the end. I get pie and coffee, and my pleasure at this pie makes the server with the curly mustache happy. I walk down to Belmont to pick up a train and run into one of my clown friends on the platform. I haven't seen her in months, and the chances we would see eachother are bizarre. The trains aren't working late. I walked to the farther stop. Etc... We help a confused Irish boy figure out how to get home with Red Line construction. Her day is themed with clowns. It's almost 2 am, and I realize it's a new day, new themes.
By the time I get home, it's almost 4am. There's a raccoon in the skunk trap. I talk to it and I think it likes me. It purrs. It sounds when it talks like a tiny horse whinning. It's ears move like a wolf's. It reaches a hand-paw out to me. I bring it some strawberries and it's interested in them but doesn't eat them. It tips the place and is obsessed with the plate. I twice try to put a bag over the cage when the storm comes. Both times it lunges at me to hard that the cage moves. Finally a corner is draped but it seems uninterested in hiding from the weather there. it curls into a wet little ball. Apparently little studies have been done on Raccoon intelligence, but what has puts it in some ways in the range of intelligent primates. Watching it, I realize it's language is complex. I speak softly to it before the rain. It sleeps through most of the night, unusual for a caught raccoon, and is gone by morning.
Sunday: I was invited by my friend James to take a tour of a tall ship given by the ship's captain, a man I had heard about for almost a year. The captain, a tall beautiful man, well spoken, with the air of the romance with his wife wound about him, was waiting for us outside the Baltimore II. The ship is a tribute to the original Baltimore, which sunk in trajedy, taking most of the crew with her. This Baltimore survived it's own demasting disaster in which the crew should have died and from which everyone in a moment of raw mericle survived.
She's beautiful, built in the style of the Privateers her namesake came from.
Breakdown:
Took to El to the loop. It was a beautiful day so I walked to Navy Pier. I was given a free M&M ice cream. Was unimpressed but excited for the icecream anyway. Watched Jame's trolley pull in and was late anyway.
Met Captain Jamie T. Toured tall ship. Wandered about for a bit. Thought the crew were hip kats. Found out they were the ship docked next to the Transe Express show the night before.
We met with the band Brilliant Pebbles and had lunch with Jamie at the Fox and Oble.
Wandered around the loop with Heather's nice and nephew before taking the El home with them.
Took a nap.
Went to Anjali's dad's 60th birthday which was an Indian BBQ. Saw Anj, Aaron, Cynth, Hantsch and Drew.
Anjali was kind about my dad. Bad news about my friend's dad.
Was landen with leftovers.
Monday: Worked for Sharon in Edgewater. Took public trans. Made it to the train on my bike in under 10 minutes.
Found out pants ripped at the bum on my way home from the train. Can't figure out why.
Changed, bought lemonade sold by 2 little girls, went to Corri's for Monday night fun.
Tuesday: Felt sick so I got coffee and a Jamba Juice. Was supposed to try bikes with billboards, but the guy never called me back when I called to reschedule. Something else happened that morning, but I don't remember what. Didn't go to trapeze. I think I went to Boarders and wandered and bought a new datebook that night? Went shopping for clothes that won't cling to me in 90+ moist weather. Bought a dress and a blouse.
Wednesday: Interview at Fred Astaire dance Studio. Went well but I don't think I can take the job. Went to the mall across the street. Bought another dress (it's a clearance sale weekend). Had a phone interview. It was so hot that I went to Starbucks. I LOVE this new Starbucks. I know... but it felt like a combination of an old Victorian hunting lodge, an Oscar Wilde novel and a cabana. One of the employees danced for me. I got a free drink. I had a phone interview. I think it went well, although I was nervous. The guy sounds cool.
I was dressed well, felt really good about how I looked. Went home, couldn't find my bag so I had to change into comfy clothes. Drove to the El. Took an hour in rush hour. Went to my Viewpoints class. Totally freaked out and bombed. Got my script to memorize. It's about a girl who was raped 10 years ago. Yeah. Took the El home with Steve. Helped some tourists navigate the Red Line construction. Took the Blue Line home with them. One of the kids, Logan, thought I was pretty cool for a girl. He made me high five him. He's going into 6th grade. (He's into theater, comic books, reading, and so on...) His mom took them to a place outside New Orleans for vacation a few years ago to help rebuild. She just went to Haiti with her church. She's a teacher. Pretty cool family from southern small town Illinois.
Thursday: Got up at 8 to watch my friend Lawrence play on WGN news. Went back to bed 45 minutes later. News reporting makes me angry. Got up late and drove to Rodger's Park. Was 30 minutes late for work. Was too hungry to meet Monica and Corri, so I went to a corner Bakery west on Touhy, the one in the same mall as that spy store. Read some Murakami. Wandered around B&N. Was shocked to find out that their outlets are for employee use only. (My phone was dying.) Bought a map of a different city. Read in my car for a while.
Finally drove to the loop. Something is wrong had been wrong since Corner Bakery. I felt so anxious that, by the time I got to the loop, I thought I would be sick. Parked and went to Grant Park to hear Lamajamal play and watch the dancing. Sat down after a while at a banch. Started writing furiously (hooray) until I guy started talking to me a paragraph later and didn't stop. (BOOO! Don't interrupt people writing.) he's an engineer. Very interested in my independent employment status. Very aggressive. From Iraq. Works nearby. Always comes to Summerdance. Finally the show is over and I run off to say HI to Joey and Ronnie's clan. The guy sees me as I leave and follows me to his car till he gets my number. I can't tell what his intentions are.
Friday: Day off! Sleep late, talk to Liz B. about death. I called her to change plans because I have a wake. She tells me she too has one the next day. The theme of my day is now death. Earlier someone messaged me with a very kind offer to talk to me about the experience of loosing our fathers. Coffee shop girl might go dancing to my reccommends tonight. I still want her mowhawk. Am still off, still very anxious.
I find out that there was an appointment due to some confusion for my dad's toombstone to be picked out without me. I'm pissed. I'm really wound up and I don't know why.
I go to Mary R's to work on a writing project, but really we just catch up. She shows me scrapbooks with advice on how to store things. I forgot how much I like Matt F. until I flip through her photos. We watch movie trailers. I slip into one of my new dressed, red with polka dots, and reluctantly leave for the El. I miss Balkan and Romanian dancing, but got o hear the GHRSQB to square dance. Greg's there and I don't have it in me to deal with the tension, so I just watch Lawrence play and the dancers dance. A guy asks me to dance, I refuse but we get talking. He just moved so I give him my email but he follows me as I'm on my phone about to leave. I've become jumpy around boys. I don't know when they're just being socially weird or scary. I run off to go to my friend's thing at the Music Box and to avoid Greg.
the El is slow so I'm 30 min. late for my friend's TV Pilot being shown at the Music Box. The guy at the door lets me in and I somehow see almost everything anyway. Two of my friends are acting, and they're incredibly good. On the El on the way there, an older man oggles me and I watch his reflection do it in the window. I read a story called Sleep and try not to fall asleep thinking about the machine of Lily's brain.
On my way out, I scratch my leg and come up bleeding. My finger is gushing blood. Lily and lara both blanch. I wrap it up and walk to pick Me Up cafe. A drunk girl tells me I'm gorgeous and some drunk gys try to get me to go get a drink with them. One is very excited when I respond to his Spanish in Spanish, but I dodge them in the end. I get pie and coffee, and my pleasure at this pie makes the server with the curly mustache happy. I walk down to Belmont to pick up a train and run into one of my clown friends on the platform. I haven't seen her in months, and the chances we would see eachother are bizarre. The trains aren't working late. I walked to the farther stop. Etc... We help a confused Irish boy figure out how to get home with Red Line construction. Her day is themed with clowns. It's almost 2 am, and I realize it's a new day, new themes.
By the time I get home, it's almost 4am. There's a raccoon in the skunk trap. I talk to it and I think it likes me. It purrs. It sounds when it talks like a tiny horse whinning. It's ears move like a wolf's. It reaches a hand-paw out to me. I bring it some strawberries and it's interested in them but doesn't eat them. It tips the place and is obsessed with the plate. I twice try to put a bag over the cage when the storm comes. Both times it lunges at me to hard that the cage moves. Finally a corner is draped but it seems uninterested in hiding from the weather there. it curls into a wet little ball. Apparently little studies have been done on Raccoon intelligence, but what has puts it in some ways in the range of intelligent primates. Watching it, I realize it's language is complex. I speak softly to it before the rain. It sleeps through most of the night, unusual for a caught raccoon, and is gone by morning.
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Brilliant Pebbles is such a fucking fantastic band name. Reagan would not be proud.
Only you, darling, could get a Starbucks man to dance for you...
I was actually pretty pissed at the Raccoon. He was taken to a local forest preserve with the rest of his family. Still, pretty keen raccoon in my raccoon experience. We have them like squirrels out here, and 'possums like 'coons, and foxes and coyotes like 'possums. We have big deer too, but I'm not really sure what they're around like. There are far more Starbucks than deer, which might be a food chain crisis.
Brilliant Pebbles is a fantastic band. They're shiny. (Last time I saw them, they opened for Dengue Fever) Also, the bassist has a book coming out in August. It's a fantasy for young adults called The Order of Odd-Fish. Check it out. Shameless plug paragraph over.
Actually, they were dancing because I was enamored by their exciting hats. This should make perfect sense.