Andrew Jackson, all I'm asking is to show us the wheel and give us the wine.

The last few days has only been complete and utter insanity! But most times, I enjoy insanity and it really beats uneventful times.

Friday night consisted of drinking ourselves silly, the usual. Abbey's friend Ross brought like seven people over, and we went to a theater in Wicker Park that wasn't having a show anymore. We left there, and hung out in Ross' living room listening to silly punk music. Abbey's VERY goodlooking friend Scott came with us. At 6 am, we got off the blue line and caught an aroma from the chocolate factory. We had gotten rained on, and we were very damp. We ventured over to the place, to see if we could get some chocolate. It didn't happen, due to high security but Abbey and I bought chocolate from the store so it was okay.

I had the most excellent job interview on Saturday day. It's at this place downtown. If I get offered the position, I will be most pleased. The rest of the afternoon into evening was spent cleaning for the party. A handful of good people attended the party, including my friend Mariah and her friend Christian. The three of us left the party, and had a silly little night dancing and singing in the rain. We traveled to a party that wasn't happening, but Pee Wee's playhouse always the best show to watch while nearing the tired drunk. Christian and I bonded, probably more than we should have, but I am excited to start a friendship with him and make my way with Mariah!

In the midst of this all, I found out that Chelsea is coming back sooner than planned! And she will be flying into Chicago! It's probably the best news ever, because I sometimes hurt too much missing her to even cry about it.

The next day, on Sunday, was spent hanging out with Abbey and the trainhoppers downtown. I was exhausted, so I had to cut the day short. I slept from 7pm until the next day at 11 am. My body completely rejected the weekend, but it was much needed I suppose.

Last night, Shannon's friends who are in this band called Builders and the Butchers played a lovely show that Amanda and I only caught one song of. I spent my hard earned cash from the summer at the bar, unregretably. All of the boys in the band were so nice, and two of them were so good looking. We all came back to our house, and smoked cigarettes and drank beer. It reminded me of the good summer nights in Minnesota.

This morning, I woke up and was reminded that cute boys were sleeping in my living room and not my bed. I said my farewells, and gave my Minneapolis reccommendations.



I really enjoy times like these. It reminds me why I've moved.

I inserted a random picture of Beckett, only because Beckett is a freak that needs to exploited! Abbey and I spent the day at the beach. It took us hours to get there, and I walked with a giant bag on my back filled with picnic goodies. We were surrounded by seagulls, that we chased away and yelled at constantly. This might be one of the last warmish days of the summer/early fall.

The room.

I am waiting for Abbey. It's been nearly two hours, and I only hope that she is okay out there. Anyway, it was a very productive day. And now, I have a real room! I will post them above. Does anyone want to come over?

When an aquaintance dies.

It's strange when you begin to lay down and think about the past.
I remember when Katelyn Horton died
I was completely void of all memories of her.
But I do remember now
In the art gallery down the hallway near the cafeteria
I posted six or seven pictures in golden frames
of people eating food
something basic, put together at the last minute
and people raved about them
especially Katelyn
and I sold them to her for eight bucks a piece.
She loved them so much
Strange.

Sunday wasn't boring!

It's funny how simply wonderful Chicago can be! Below, I had posted pictures from the drunken Laundromat experience. 1 part vodka to 2 parts orange juice in fiji water bottle = drinking in a laundromat. Today I hung out with Jeff, ate a nice little restaurant and went to Lake Michigan. I am also quite lucky to have a phone number from well, a gay man. I was waiting for the bus, and we started talking. I have to say that such strange encounters were few and far between in Minneapolis. I am going to be friends with this city, I know it. By the way, Jeff doesn't have a face. heh heh.

Fotografias (muchas).

Chicago has been very good to me so far. This morning, I woke up and hit my head on one of Shannon's shelves that are still in my room. And the virgin mary came flying down, plaster and all and hit me smack in the head. I have a bump.

The photograph that I attemped to take via camera phone didn't quite turn out well with Andrew Bird's flashy set. There were like a gazillion people there. Mariah (above) and I camped out on the lawn, though. Afterwards, we celebrated 5 years of friendship via bottles of wine and kitty hang out. She named her cat, Georgia, after much thinking. This photograph pops up everytime she calls me now.

I advise everyone to always take advantage of free music. No matter the time of day. No matter the obligations. Even though they are just silly little camera photos, I thought I'd post these for everyone's enjoyment. It was a very intimate set, acoustical and totally at 3:00 am.

I thought this was really weird.

Becky Yates takes a photograph of Robbie Yates and Blaine Kelley.

Experimentally drunk.

My New Best Friend, Beckett.