The weekend was creeping up on me and Thursday night I said F it and Kelly and I went bowling at Waveland Bowl and had more fun than we planned. We really had a killer time as COSMIC BOWL came on at 9PM and we threw 11-13 pound balls down the alleys amidst fog, lasers, disco lights and rock n roll. Some unfortunate incidents occurred thanks to a friend of mine that stopped by to say hello and stayed on long enough to damper the good time we were having alone, just the two of us, but we managed to have a rocking good time. This particular incident involved my former neighbor of mine who had befriended Kelly and I over the early quarter of 2005. he's a nice guy but sometimes makes bad decisions and at 22 as mature as he is in business sense, in common sense I can't give him much credit at all. After our wishes and desires to bowl the week before thwarted thanks largely to the ultimate wisdom of the knuckleheads at the CTA Red Line, little would be able to spoil our fun on this particular evening. So there is a couple in the lane next to us, and are obviously underage kids who asked me to buy their pitcher of beer due to them leaving their ID's at home. First of all, too bad, secondly, you need to leave a valid drivers license behind the counter to rent a lane and thirdly they were obviously very young in fact so young that they were bumming cigarettes. So, there was NO DOUBT thy were under 18 if not under 16. I mean they looked that young. Well they seemed pretty cool with it and then asked Mike if he would buy it. I couldn't believe he actually entertained the thought. I flat out told him NO. I also pleaded with him not to fuck up my life for a couple of punks. Well against my wishes and behind my back, in full view of the bar and even a police officer, he buys a pitcher and drops it off to these kids and collects the $10. I couldn't believe he did this against my wishes and pleads.The days of me paying the price for others mistakes are long gone. And some people don't respect that.
Well Kelly wasted no time in taking the pitcher away and began to pour it into our cups. I scolded Mike, and this little punk actually got into my face like a gang-banger. He flipped, and I told him I wasn't going to county for his ass, and he claimed to have been to county 3 times and it was no big deal. I told him, well it'd be a big deal to me and he wasn't going to fuck up my life or my job. Then he pulls out a wad of $100 dollar bills and raves about his job and offered me $100 for the pitcher. I told him "no way" and walked away. They packed their stuff, check out and stormed out of Waveland Bowl. And I swear if we had driven that night, our tires, without a doubt, would have been slashed.
So much for the drama. It had begun, but we had a rocking good time in the end and took pictures, uh hmm, to capture it for prosperity.HEHEHE, Oh and I won every game. Not like we were playing to win.
Friday came and not a day too soon. For some reason I was mentally exhausted and after I ate lunch at Eppy's for the 4th day in a row, I walked to Virgin Records where I bought a copy of the extended Oliver Stones THE DOORS. As I went in my brother called to let me know he had landed in Chicago. Yup, I guess at the last minute he plotted another visit, and he was here.
Eppy's where I've been eating lunch is another entity entirely of it's own.
This place will crack you up. I found it this week and have been eating lunch their everyday. The owner has lost his mind. He's obsessed with the baskets they serve the sandwiches in because over the years he comes up short because people throw them away. He yells at his staff every day to "COUNT THE BASKETS!" at least 2 or 3 times every time I'm in there. And to make it even more hilarious he has hand drawn pictures and signs hanging up around the place. By the trash can he made a basket with legs and arms and a face throwing a human being into a trash can and saying "How does it feel?" And others saying how baskets only breed every 5 years and there is a shortage.
But the best is behind the counter a huge art project about the revenge of the basket people wreaking havoc and violently killing people with guns and A-Bombs because people throw them away
The owner, Larry, is OUT OF HIS MIND. Obsessed with baskets. All he does is yell at his employees about it. The sandwiches are great and everyday the price of the soup is whatever the temperature is at the time you order it. Eppy's Eppy's Deli (312) 943-7797 224 E Ontario St
Chicago, IL 60611
The day ended with me running into that freak R Kelly at Watertower where he eats at McDonalds about 2X per week, and surrounds himself, gee go figure, with teenage girls. I really wonder why a man with that kind of money would eat at Mickey D's? Maybe it's a good place to meet younger girls, which it is documented he has done on prom nights at Rock N Roll McDonalds downtown, or maybe he can't afford to eat like a "King" with his defense costs and dragging out this pending trial. I sat in a store with Kelly and Shelly and Kelly yells out, "Pee on me! I'm 4!" and Shelly follows up with, 'I'm 12!". I wanted to yell out something similar to what I did when I saw Mike Tyson at AVN 2 years back. But refrained.
I came home and got ready for dinner at Twin Anchors where I'd be meeting Kelly and my bud Steve Roach and his girly Lori. Our metal writer Sara was our waitress and we pretty much ended having the whole outdoor cafe to our selves on a perfect night. Marty, Sara's live in boyfriend and member of local mad band WOOKIE HANGOVER joined us and we had one of the best times in a long time. Steve Roach is a criminal defense attorney who is my friend through the music industry and his side practice of entertainment law. So get it out of your heads that he has ever defended me. Yet. But if you need a good lawyer in the event you're caught in a sting, see www.steveroachlaw.com
On the way home Kelly and I stopped off at Holiday Club where it was like a NEO reunion of the SLS era. Dave Roberts had a full house and I ended up planning Alc O Holiday 2005 at the club. Details to be announced. Maybe if your lucky I can arrange for the new Fashion Bomb line up to play. What do you think?
Saturday I spent the day with my brother and his friend Gade. We had brunch at Twisted Spoke and drinks at Ranalli's and then I biked home where I got ready to meet Steve Roach and our girls at the Foundation Room at House Of Blues in hopes of catching the Blues Brothers 1130PM show. We didn't get to see it but we all had a god time hanging out and I got to see Kelly smoke almost the entire cigar my friend Steve O had bought for yours truly. About 1 AM Kelly and I got out of there and crashed at her place where the next day she dragged ass getting ready for work.
And I sat and watched movies and impatiently dealt with my cell phone not having service.
We ended the night having King Crab Legs at Cy's and I had for teh first time FROG LEGS!!! And they were not bad, but the crab legs were obviously boiled too long and the shell was extremely difficult to crack.
On teh walk back we began discussing Kelly's fashion career and I offered to help her get it off the ground and we began talking logos, websites, and a boutique. My girl has amazing talents as a fashion designer, and it's time to do something with it. After all she's 25 and I was 30 when I started MK. Maybe we'll call teh "line" and teh store Kelly's Fashion Bomb.
What do you think?Posted by Alex Zander at September 13, 2005 07:44 AM