fucking movers just called. up late last night and early this morning getting everything ready for them to move my stuff in, and i get the call. tomorrow morning. the trucks are frozen, according to this dude. what the hell is that? frozen trucks? limp.
apparently i missed some mad hot bowling last night. bummed about that but happy for the fellas.
tonight, going to see dollface in the chicago sound for their grand finale show. should be fun times.
today: no agenda. was planning on movers being around all day. now i'm just stuck here with another day in my apartment without most of my stuff. tv would be cool. tunes would be cool. i mean, i can play tunes on my laptop but these 1" speakers blow ass. so ... real tunes would be cool. maybe i'll go bowling.
Edit: mid-day bowling. $2 daytime games at the lanes by wrigley field, marigold bowl. rolled 6 games, didn't do great. 3 games over 100, 3 under. best 118. house balls suck. great place though -- totally old school. none of those fancy electronic scoring devices. hell no. you get a sheet of paper and a pencil, and there are clips on the desk by your seats. totally big lebowski style. "mark it an 8, Dude." "Over the line, Smokey, that was a foul. mark it a zero, Dude." "Bullshit, Walter. Mark it an 8, Dude." "This is not 'Nam, Smokey, this is bowling. There are RULES."
apparently i missed some mad hot bowling last night. bummed about that but happy for the fellas.
tonight, going to see dollface in the chicago sound for their grand finale show. should be fun times.
today: no agenda. was planning on movers being around all day. now i'm just stuck here with another day in my apartment without most of my stuff. tv would be cool. tunes would be cool. i mean, i can play tunes on my laptop but these 1" speakers blow ass. so ... real tunes would be cool. maybe i'll go bowling.
Edit: mid-day bowling. $2 daytime games at the lanes by wrigley field, marigold bowl. rolled 6 games, didn't do great. 3 games over 100, 3 under. best 118. house balls suck. great place though -- totally old school. none of those fancy electronic scoring devices. hell no. you get a sheet of paper and a pencil, and there are clips on the desk by your seats. totally big lebowski style. "mark it an 8, Dude." "Over the line, Smokey, that was a foul. mark it a zero, Dude." "Bullshit, Walter. Mark it an 8, Dude." "This is not 'Nam, Smokey, this is bowling. There are RULES."
every time i read about your move, i think of the movie "moving" with richard pryor. classic.