It was a great weekend, if I do say so myself. Roy and Kit both came to the lovely gilded jewel of the midwest from their horrible backward uncivilized hinterland areas of the country. It was a good time. We all hung out at Jeff and Laurel's for an all-night party. I kept the perfect balance until I was unable to open my eyes or move. My voice was the only thing that still worked.
The next day Jeff made us breakfast and we headed to get some pizza and go to the park. The pizza was just ok, but the park was great. Monkey bars, swings and horrible cast iron nut crushing teeter-totter things. Everyone then went to Jeff's family party while Roy and I joined Pip and mary BOYD! for some dinner at the noodle place on Damon. It was pretty good, and very affordable.
We went out to Rainbo and a couple girls cornered me and were floored that I didn't have a phone. That felt pretty good. Sweet rounds of photobooths, obvious, and then a late-night wandering search for a party. We couldn't find the party, but we did push each other into the gates of every shuttered storefront we passed. Nick tripped like 10 times and probably further mangled his already horribly twisted ankle.
Then Rudy motored us back to Jeff's in his Caddy and we hung around a bit and went to bed. We missed the Bears game the next day because we were at Flying Saucer in Humboldt Park for breakfast. If you go there I recommend the cowboy omelette. That shit was fucking SICK! I didn't have my keys so Nick and I headed over to Kelly's - her mom and her friends were having cocktails before they went out for fondu. Nick and I got flirted to by Kelly's mom and her friends and then they left us alone with the booze and appetizers. Heaven. I went out and grabbed some 40s and Nick and I feasted and drank the night away while watching 'Da Ali G Show' on demand.
Only one more day of work till Thanksgiving break. Booyah.
It is what it is
Monday, November 21, 2005
The Southerner and the Detroiter
Spewed out by Will at 20:07
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hey, why don't you give me a call after work today and i'll head down to the city. i'm gettin' kinda' sick of all my friends wanting to go to kenny's...i'll probably give you a call at work considering i've been up since six getting that petition signed...joe c you later...
-joe d.
god, that weekend sounds like a dream. so jealous. my weekend? i made a giant bust of ayn rand out of popsicle sticks.
I can't believe you guys could drink 40s after Saturday night's craziness. I think I was 98% dead on Sunday.
Would you say you were 98% ghost. Where is old lobos? I see his girlfriend on campus all the time. I don't know her name so I never say hi. I wouldn't say much anyway but I'm pretty superficial in the hello sense.
man, that weekend does sound like heaven...except for the..um, well i guess it all sounded good. i tried to find something negative but just couldn't. damn
The only bad part of the whole weekend was the cowboy omellete riding a bucking bronco out my a-hole all Sunday Aft. Well worth the angry taste.
hey schneider, her name is Maureen. She's a babe.
Nice one, Kit.
Another autumn ending, i am again surprised to find the thanksgiving holiday has retained and even gained a sort of magical joy. Watching nieces and nephews and cousins' kids and children of my childhood buddies return home, markedly changed by the freedom of college, brings memories of my own protracted passage to adulthood. Running back through loop after loop of years evokes deep gratitude for a life that has been shared wiith so many.
the following quotes of two alberts, einstein and schweitzer, might wow the gathered fam damily with your philosophic contribution to the feast
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. ( a.e.)
At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person.
Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us. (a.s.)
thanks
mo
I like that Schweitzer quote a lot: if I may read into it...the fuel is inside of us all the time. I think that it is up to us to have the impetus to find someone with fire!
On an unrelated topic I'm a serial arsonist.
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