I love when payday runs right into a full-ass weekend. 
So I get things kicked off Thursday night. Totally last minute, my friend Mike calls me about seeing some Detroit friends of his play here in town at Martyr's. So he comes over to my place to eat & drink beforehand (his house was way out of the way to go home first before doing a full evening of stuff). Only thing is, the band, Twilight Babies, played before we got there.
Good news is that they were still there when we arrived, and we all got to see this fucking horrendous band that followed them. I don't know their name, and the last thing I want to do is expose anyone else to them with a link. Holy fucking God, they sucked. But since I was with a Detroit crowd, everyone decided to go to a neighboring bar to watch the Red Wings even up their series with the Calgary Flames (Avs fans everywhere are booing right now
-- ha ha!). Overall I tied on a pretty good one, though.
So I'm here at work, hung over, and I'm waiting for a wild weekend to unfold, and the weather gets shitty again. Yesterday I was out with short sleeves, today I can see my breath, and the sun is nowhere to be found. Chicago in April...
The movie I worked on in 2000, DOT, has a big local premiere tonight at the Biograph Theater, and I'm still on the fence on going. I've seen it so many times that I would only be going for the company (not a bad thing), but I know everyone's hitting a post-party afterward right around the corner from me, so we'll see.
On the political front, there have been several occasions just in the last week to make me call Bush puppeteer Karen Hughes a douche bag. This is just one...
So I get things kicked off Thursday night. Totally last minute, my friend Mike calls me about seeing some Detroit friends of his play here in town at Martyr's. So he comes over to my place to eat & drink beforehand (his house was way out of the way to go home first before doing a full evening of stuff). Only thing is, the band, Twilight Babies, played before we got there.
Good news is that they were still there when we arrived, and we all got to see this fucking horrendous band that followed them. I don't know their name, and the last thing I want to do is expose anyone else to them with a link. Holy fucking God, they sucked. But since I was with a Detroit crowd, everyone decided to go to a neighboring bar to watch the Red Wings even up their series with the Calgary Flames (Avs fans everywhere are booing right now
-- ha ha!). Overall I tied on a pretty good one, though.
So I'm here at work, hung over, and I'm waiting for a wild weekend to unfold, and the weather gets shitty again. Yesterday I was out with short sleeves, today I can see my breath, and the sun is nowhere to be found. Chicago in April...
The movie I worked on in 2000, DOT, has a big local premiere tonight at the Biograph Theater, and I'm still on the fence on going. I've seen it so many times that I would only be going for the company (not a bad thing), but I know everyone's hitting a post-party afterward right around the corner from me, so we'll see.
On the political front, there have been several occasions just in the last week to make me call Bush puppeteer Karen Hughes a douche bag. This is just one...
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jennifer:
I wish I had a job so I could have payday I'm just a student that lives at her parents.
samanthakayne:
you party more than i do!~!
