March 25, 2006
"If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism." - HST
Fri Aug 4
Didnt do anything but house chores and laundry till around 1030 when Greg showed up. We had a couple Makers and watched Gene on the Stern Show. We walked over to Holiday Club and ran into our buddy Mike and his crew of usual suspects. We were actually introduced to a young man named Simian. That was unreal I tell ya. I didnt even catch it till Greg brought it up and I asked the fellow again what his name was. I can't beleive I met a man named Simian. Have you seen the definition?
Relating to, characteristic of, or resembling an ape or a monkey.
Maybe DEVO was right. We are all devolving.
We went to the back where we ran into John and Saro and for some reason DJ Dave Roberts was sitting at the bar and his wife Christine was spinning. Her choices were more standards than Daves usual picks. I dont think we got any requests in. It was a little thin and we decided to walk across the street to Nicks. Now Greg and I are like fish out of water in this place and for some reason they still like us in there. Around 2 this joint looks like nothing other than the typical Frat party from your worst nightmares. The place was like a charter bus dropped off everyone from the John Barleycorns, and all the Lincoln Ave bars, as well as every bar in Wrigleyville and dropped them off at the front of Nicks. Now, nothing against Nicks, they are great to us. And its a fun place to go and weve been invited back regularly, but after 2 AM it is hell if your not a cap wearing cubs fan. Thats all I gotta say. These people are stuck in their college days. Like in St Elmos fire without the diversity.
Saturday Jenny and I walked down to a yard sale on our street and it was too hot for me. I could not stand it. I did as much as I could around the house, and later that day was to meet Natalie and some friends over at Michaels for a pizza party for Michelle and Rick. Marcia and JT came over and after a shot each we went to the party and then ended up at the N. Halsted Street Market Days Street fest. I went to find another Natalie, the ViXXXens Natalie Lynn who was working for a very popular but to me unlistenable band called the Mighty Blues Kings or something to that effect. She was busting her ass in her jean cutoffs and we barely had a few minutes to chat. I kept getting lost from Marcia and JT and walked over to Cornelias for a Cucumber Martini which is refreshing and delicious. Check this place out on Cornelia and Halsted sometime. The owner is killer!
So we walked around the fest a bit and then bounced between Holiday Club and Nicks for a few hours and then I was beat like the brat with a baseball bat.
I had my alarm set for 930 AM so I could call my friend to see if sailing was still on. I had plans for Heather, Sarah, and Jessica to go as well as a co-worker Jonathan and his gal Elizabeth. The weather reports were calling for chances of rain but you really cant trust the weather man in this part of the US where the weather is unpredictable.
One thing I hadnt checked was my text messages which I rarely pay attention to since I do not text other than a pic of a Cheetos bag or a man handing out bananas on Michigan Ave. But there were messages from Michellio, Jonathan, Paul and some others. So I called Jonathan, and he had too much to drink the night before and thought the weather was going to be too rough. Then Heather called and said Sarah was feeling ill. Now Heather and Sarah dont drink, but they do work at a club on weekends, I think as go go dancers, I think, and Heather also had a story about a stalker that the police refused to help her with. I was so pissed because these Chicago Police basically told her it was because of how she was dressed and didnt seem to care she was being followed for the better part of an hour. Yet, they gladly give you a ticket for riding your bike on the sidewalk. These guys know theyd never get a girl like her, so why help. Now if Heather was a little trashy and maybe gave off the Ill fuck anything vibe Im sure a cop would have been happy to help her.
I havent had a decent experience with the Chicago Police in any capacity, whether I was the victim of robbery, vandalism, assault or anything else. But Ive certainly been harassed by them and called sweetie when Im in my cowboy boots and leather pants. I was robbed once 7 years ago. My back door kicked in and 2 bikes stolen, and the police said, I should move if I didnt want those kind of things to happen. A year later I was cleaned out of most of my most precious belongings and my home vandalized, and I knew who did it and they didnt care or do anything, because, since I knew who it was itd have to be a civil case. Anyway, I told Heather nobody deserved what she got and that she should put a complaint into writing.
So after canceling the boat trip it turned out to be a pretty nice day. But I stayed in and cleaned and watched movies. I was tired and didnt really feel like spending anymore money.
The weekend is coming up and I have a full agenda. Ill write about it after the fact and you can be sure itll be a good one.
Today is Gregos birthday and next time I see him were getting Hellbent on whiskey!
I am getting psyched for GlamourCon and a week or so after I should hopefully be meeting a hot Dutch girl Ive been corresponding with for about 18 months. And were doing her pictures.
Also, lookout for the ViXXXens websites and products debuting at and after GlamourCon. Its just around the corner and the ViXXXens will finally have a place of their own.