Hi, just popping in to wish everyone a happy old year while I still have the chance.
My friend B. saw an interview with the F— F——-s in the Reader and clipped it to send to me. That was nice of him, no?
That is all.
Children of Men was okay.
Otto/K and I are meeting at teh Holiday Club at 10 if anyone’s interested.
Children of Men was a fuck of a lot better than Another Gay Movie, which we just suffered through because we made the mistake of letting Jesse pick the evening’s cinematic entertainment.
That movie was so bad I want to walk down Halstead and do some bashing.
What a terrible terribleterer;afkj;sdkflj movie. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it would be good, but I didn’t think it would be as completely truly horrible as it was.
I did warn J/J that they probably wouldn’t want to see it. I just didn’t know that I wouldn’t want to see it. (Jaymc, look away)—I want that 2 hrs of my life back.
OOPS. THAT WAS JESSE ABOVE..... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Was Scott Thompson good at least?
He was OK I guess. Nothing special.
Wow. When a concert lets out at the Aragon the Red line and the Lawrence stop become hellish.
the aragorn balrog
Worst was new years’ eve a few years ago, ‘Moe.’ was at the Aragon and I was going from Wilmette to my place near Clark/Division in the middle of the night. Helped some partiers get to their hotel, at least.
I went home last night but Sayjal convinced me to go out and get a beer at SoFo. I had a double Blue Moon and we played darts. While we were there who should appear but the guy who wanted to penetrate Sheila and me at Big Chicks.
There was a bizzare crowd at SoFo—they were just like douchebag Wrigleyville guys—loud, sporty, stripey shirts, hooting, saying things like “Bro” and giving high fives—but they were gay.
Ate some yummy and very cheap tacos at at El Quijote.
I’ve been eating a lot of German food lately. Sure puts the fucking weight on, whether it tastes good or not. All German food is the same. There is no German food out there that is healthier than McDonalds. Learned that the hard way.
cats love me.
Who’s going to the Beat Kitchen? What time are ya’ll getting there? Let’s meet up.
Sarah and I will be there sometime between 4:30 and 5:00.
I have a $15 iTunes gift certificate, recommend me an album to download.
Hm. Having a hard time imagining what you don’t already have. Do you have Lindstrom? I like that one a lot.
Also, Chicago II.
Electrelane, Axes?
I love Axes.
Well, you’ve recommended something to me, anyway.
Speaking os Chicago II, I wrote my dad earlier today and thanked him for it. Because Jeff was listening to Chicago Transit Authority when I was there the other night, and we were both like, “This is great shit.” And then he asked me what else he should download, in a very general way, and I was, “My dad always loved Chicago II.” So Jeff snagged it.
It didn’t come in in time for me to here it that night, but I downloaded it today, then sat there thinking about the excellent taste in music that dad had once upon a time, and I wrote him a little thank-you note. MAN, that’s a good record. The whole progression on side 2 from “Make Me Smile” back around to the end of that song... it all just kicks my ass.
Imagine Jimmy Hendrix crossed with Blood Sweat and Tears. Only better than what you’re imagining.
whois klynn?
Why is it so hard for me to find the animated gif with all the cats? (Strokin my harblz, etc). Help.
i’m on ur internet, hidin ur catz
Hello Chicago. I am in you for 24 hours. I know Mr. Dan the Yooper in case I need a password or something to post on this thread as a non-Chicagoan.
Anyway, it is New Year’s Eve, and I doubt anyone is going to see this, but if anyone could suggest the best possible option for take-out Indian food on New Year’s Day it would be great. If not I’m just going to drive up to Devon and see who’s open.
I want to have as many people inside me as possible, for as long as possible.
Bhabi’s Kitchen, 6352 N. Oakley Blvd—right off Devon. I love that place!
Happy new year, suckas! I really like you guys, and that’s not just bad champagne talking. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: ILX yields quality humans.
Also, N&S—just FYI, apparently we DID see the British ending of The Descent! Whoa!
Hey, happy new year! How’d the squash turn out? I stayed in and nursed my voice and watched the movie version of Mamet’s Edmond—worth seeing.
happy ukcing new year!!!
Happy new year!
The squash risotto turned out pretty well, I think. I wouldn’t make it every day because it’s a little time consuming (and involves more delicious butter and cheese than I prefer to eat regularly) but it’s a great, relatively easy special occasional dinner.
I’m excited because we have leftover champaign and leftover Italian bread and that can only mean one thing: mimosas and French toast for NYD brunch. Now I just have to wait for Jeff to wake up.
I’m just going to drive up to Devon and see who’s open.
If my Vietnamese neighborhood is any indication, you’ll find that EVERYONE is WIDE open.
Last night every douchebag and his douchebag friend was out, but I found out that there is an escape—O’C@ll@han’s on Hubbard has a bar on the 2nd floor that you access through a door marked “Employees Only” and it’s industry-only and therefore way way less crowded and somewhat less douchey and the drinks are cheaper. Hoorah.
And it’s industry-only every night.
Can I go?
Happy New Year.
I had a completely, totally sober, in fact damn near motionless New Year. I recommend trying this at least once. Julia says hi.
Then at about three Julia’s roommates came in all giddy and making noise, including later the noise of two very large lesbians attempting to get it on on a creaky futon. Comedy.
And it’s industry-only every night.
The conversation must be insufferable.
OR AWESOME.
Depends on the industry. Restaurant and bar workers: awesome.
STFU all of you, Daddy’s head hurts.
Suck it up, son.
I think Hepatitis C is attacking my head.
Actually, I sympathise quite a bit. Not at the moment, but your description is exactly why I can’t abide champagne.
Champagne is teh evil. If you’re feeling fancy, have martinis all night. For all its evils, gin is still a better hangover than champagne.
Gin and tonic until about 3 and then switched to Grand Marnier. At 4 we went back to my co-worker’s house and drank Champagne. I love Champagne. I’m drinking some right now. And I do mean stuff from Champagne, France.
How to Drink
by Kenan Hebert
Dozens sold!
I don’t think Julia likes the Marx Brothers as much as I do. She kept saying, “This is so silly!” I mean, with a smile on her face, but still. Silly is an understatement.
The “Going to War” number in Duck Soup, where a huge grand room full of people sing and dance about the joys of war, and end up writhing on the floor like some vaudeville version of Guernica... wow.
the marx brothers were fun.
happy new year all.
I don’t know about you guys, but there’s no way I could drink martinis all night. That’s why I finally took up Bud.
Liquor then beer, never fear.
It took me a long time to figure out that the reason that rule works is because if you start putting beer on top of liquor, you’re going to have to go to bed soon.
Speaking of hangovers! My favorite morning-after scenario ever:
haha
Movie line of the night, from Foreign Correspondent: “If you knew how much I love you, you’d faint.”
That’s awesome.
* Jenny’s squash risotto was great. I was full and I still ate seconds.
* The Descent and A Scanner Darkly = both worth watching, I’d say. Neither is genius, but both were entertaining and successful at what they were trying to achieve (A Scanner Darkly = trippiness, The Descent = scariness).
* Driving to J&J’s house = a bad idea. I don’t know why I did this, even after Jenny told me not to. Nowhere to park. Ended up parking at Damen and Addison and taking a taxi over.
* Taking a cab at 1:30 A.M. on New Year’s Day = fun. Lots of stupid drunk people standing in the street trying to hail your cab even though you’re already in it.
JBR and I tried to get a car service home, but they were charging FORTY-FIVE DOLLARS for a $15 trip. We got out of the car and took the train home.
Champagne is better with orange juice in it!
When Amanda and Dan come back from EUROPA I think we should schedule another karaoke outing.
That’s such bullshit! Champagne is delicious!
No it’s not! Shut up you stupid cow!
Shouldn’t that be, “fucking dyke”?
I still don’t get the deliciousness of champagne. But Jesse and I have had this argument before, and I’ll not revisit it.
Good bubbly is yeasty, citrusy and smells of sugar cookies. It’s as much about the smells as the taste. Moreso than regular wine I think.
I think I conceded last time we had this argument that maybe I wasn’t drinking the best stuff. If not, I’ll do so now.
THE END.
Good bubbly is yeasty, citrusy and smells of sugar cookies.
Yes.
Still holed up in Rogers Park, but considering Hold Steady/Sybris/ChinUpChinUp at House of Blues in a few hours...
Hold Steady is doing another show tonight?
Yep, in the main room. Tickets are something like $18.
Starts about 7, with two bands opening.
i’ll pass. once a year is fine. I’ll play the new album at around 10 and feel a certain repartee.
that’s not at all the right word, is it?
what’s the word I want? Like a metaphysical connection.
XP: Nope.
You need to just shut up.
You head hepatitis is making you very curt.
That’s Jesse who has headpatitis.
Sunset makes me sad. Because for a few minutes right before sunset, there’s this big orange glow in the room, and every time a train goes by it blocks the sun, so I get a little blackout. And I’m like, “Who dimmed the lights? Oh, riiiight!” It’s kinda cool.
One of the few advantages of living 100 feet away from train tracks, right at eye level.
I’m staying right near the N. Rogers Park Metra stop, so every few hours a train passes by and I hear the clanging bell as it slows down.
sometimes I wish for every few hours, instead of once every two or three minutes. Like at about 6 in the morning, when I’m not sleeping well anyway.
i will be at the hold steady show!
xpost And oh God, when the Purple line starts running! It goes by at full fucking speed in the morning, and it’s deafening, and it shakes the floor, and I wish to hell Chicago had a subway system instead of this stupid El thing.
xpost
Hi, Todd!
Man, I’d hate having a dark underground subway ride from Howard to the Loop.
hi kenan!
happy new year folks!
i had a nice time getting wasted at a friends place and drank some dom perignon!
I watched a little bit of The Blues Brothers a few weeks ago and was trying to figure out where their railroad flat was—on Van Buren, maybe?
Clanging bell outside right now.
Nice way to roll, Todd—how was the Dom?
truthfully, i am not well-versed in champagne, but it was amazingly smooth and tasty compared to the other bottles we had which cost between 5 and 20 dollars each.
We’ve decided to stay in today. Yes a shocking decision.
I’m with you, bruthaman.
I know that the Blues Brothers’ hotel is a long-demolished rat-house in the loop. I read it somewhere. Can’t find it again, though.
All I wanna do is zooma zoom zoom.
np. Blues Traveler—Run Around.
Went to see Children of Men this afternoon, then dinner at Siam Country. Now I feel like collapsing, totally exhausted after the last three days.
NYE was fun, but we were sharing the bar (it was split pretty evenly between our group and another), and so it didn’t seem appropriate to hijack the sound system, even though I’d put in a good couple hours putting together a dance playlist. I was promised that we’d go back to our usual style next year.
Drinks: about four gin and tonics, and a couple of Harps.
* Driving to J&J’s house = a bad idea. Nowhere to park.
OTM
Although I eventually did find a spot nearby on Friday after about what, 25 minutes of circling around?
My NYE = quiet quiet quiet, just like I wanted.
xpost er, Saturday...
Good New Year’s Day. Drank some mimosas, made some BM’s (and some Bloody Marys too!), watched a couple of so-so movies (Omen ’06, Hard Candy).
Hard Candy’s good—kind of Oleanna to the Nth degree.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a two-character movie that I didn’t like.
I’ve never met a man I didn’t like.
Hard Candy’s good—kind of Oleanna to the Nth degree.
Really? I wrote it off but that makes me want to see it. Maybe.
Happy first morning of work in ’07, dudes.
New Year’s—Robbie Fulks was pretty great. It was incredible, those guys basically wrote a whole musical just for the NYE show. Comedy, satire, top 10 pop songs revue, props (!), etc. Then welsh rarebit at 3van’s house, drunken acoustic jam session (pennywhistle/guitar/hand drums), bed at 6 am. I had big plans to have everyone over for brunch but I had a pretty epic hangover. The works.
Drinks: beer, homemade cherrywine, beer, beer, beer, beer, champagne, gin & tonic, beer, beer
i’ve never liked a man i didn’t meet.