Thursday, August 26, 2010
Music is every.thing.to.me.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Stolen from BG (thanks BG!)
Monday, August 23, 2010
The ABCs of Testament/Megadeth/Slayer Show
Friday, August 20, 2010
It's just so......Metal
Thursday, August 19, 2010
And then....
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Follow up
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Quick note
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Misc.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Various ramblings
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Who says I can't write a haiku?
Monday, August 2, 2010
Monday bleh
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Last night
Um, can you say YUM?
I love Allagash, it's delicious.
I also love sitting outside at a bar, having a few drinks, good naturedly swatting away bugs. There's nothing quite like Chicago in the summertime.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
WILD life
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
More throwing $$ away
Monday, July 26, 2010
And this is the concert I went to last Sunday:
He was totally on my "Concert Bucket List". Such a great show. One of the best times I've had this summer.
Friday, July 23, 2010
The big wedding
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
But then
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Back to the Brau Haus
Monday, July 19, 2010
Going back to go forward
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Swell season - Into the mystic - a fantastic show
So, last night was hot. Super hot. Like sitting in the pavilion at Ravinia, just sitting, and sweat was just running down me.
But
My goodness. Swell Season. I adore them, have for a long time, but I got so much more than I was expecting.
Glen was very cutely mis-pronouncing Cicadas, he called them "Cicasias". He knew it was wrong, but he just ran with it.
They sang the above, which is one of my favorite songs ever.
At the end of the first part (pre-encore, I guess), Glen called out the ushers. He asked that they let the lawn-sitting folks come into the pavilion. He was pretty adamant about it. So, even though it was very likely a fire hazard, it happened. Now, we were pavilion folk, and even I was happy and impressed that that happened. What a great experience for those people. Good for him.
So, aside from the Ravinia usual suspects (= entitled, snobby, asshole, ill-behaved suburbanites) I had a lovely time.
** for those of you unfamiliar with Ravinia - it's an outdoor festival grounds in Highland Park, IL. They have a small pavilion with assigned seats, and a gigantic massive lawn for seating and listening. There are speakers everywhere, and rumor has it the pavilion is accoustically perfect. It's really beautiful, filled with trees and flowers and art and fountains. There are a couple high end restaurants, and a few food courts. Most people bring picnic dinners and wine. Lots and lots of wine. Google it - it's a beautiful place.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Folk and Roots Wrap up!
- Only three friends visited me. Y'all are lame.
- PBR. Bleh. Even free, it's bleh.
- Rain is good, but not when it cancels the last band Sunday night!
- A little too hot. Like sweat under my boobs hot. Bleh.
- The stupid vol who dared to call me a bitch, but then ran away like a scared little school girl. Bitch, I've got your number. And please note that the volunteer coordinator heard you, and you're kinda in trouble. Stupid.
- The lingerers. Like the silly brunette: when your shift was over at 6:00, and you are standing around at 8:30, looking for someone to talk to, and no one wants to talk to you - GO HOME
- The GuitarDuo. Way too mellow for a festival.
- Double wide strollers. Hate you. Hate the people that buy them, and sometimes the children that are in them.
- On the same strain - drunk parents and wayward kids. Last I checked festival grounds do NOT equal free babysitting by perfect strangers.
- Receiving three pitchers of red wine that we thought/hoped was sangria. Alas, it wasn't.
Things I loved about F&R:
- Can I say pretty much everything else? Kinda want to. I really love this fest. I'll try to elaborate.
- The backstage magic. These people run a very large, awesome, tight ship. You'd think it was easy breezy to do this music fest thing, with the way they've got it DOWN.
- The appreciation. I'm not a appreciation-seeking-whore. I'm there because Old Town is my super happy place, and the fest is a part of that. No less than a handful of staff thanked me each night as I dragged my tired ass out of there.
- The spontaneous concert/jam session that happened backstage after the Sunday night show got cancelled due to lightning. I am so very very lucky to have been around for that. It just personifies, to me, what Old Town is all about.
- All of the people I worked with this year. (Except that whole "bitch" thing). I'm lucky to get the roles that I ask for, and it's easy to work hard for/with a bunch of folks that I consider friends. I want to buy drinks for TH, KO, DJ, CM, AB, SJ, JK. I'll have to put that on my to-do list.
- The t-shirts this year. Oh.my. You need to see this. I'll post a picture of it soon. Y'all are going to be jealous! (Except ZRM, because I got him one)
- Ok, even the rain on Sunday (before the lightning - shakes fist at lightning). It was cooling and kinda fun, for a while. Nothing like running around in the rain in the middle of summer.
- The mood and/or vibe. You just can't beat it.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
How much you ask?
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The thinning....
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Home, home again
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Fridge note
Im a gi ne
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I'm sorry but
Monday, June 28, 2010
Is anything else watching this crap?
Friday, June 25, 2010
Friday Fun Fridgenote
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Stupid wacko
Happy Birthday to VonMom
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Crappy poster lately.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Interns and book clubs
- She works her ASS off, all summer for me and LB1.
- She has a great attitude
- She's smart. And driven.
- She's got a great work ethic, for a 20 year old, sure, but there are a lot of people I know that can learn a thing or two from her.
- She really does go to Starbucks whenever we want! Sometimes every day!
- She's adorable
Here's why I don't:
- She's adorable
- Like, all 90 lbs of her
- And 5'0" of her
- Standing next to her makes me feel like....um...... like
- Like Ursula to her Ariel
- Like Snuffulopogus to her Elmo
All kidding aside, I'm sooooo glad she's back!
2. Not Your Momma's Book Club (why, yes, I DID name it, thanks for asking!) had our "On the Road" Jack Kerouac meeting in my awesome yard on Saturday. 3.5 bottles of wine and 5 hours worth of meeting. We're a good club. Really good. Like new people want in to NYMBC all the time. We're letting two new members in this month. I don't think they know about the blindfolds and paddles that come with the first meeting, but whatever.
Not so sure about this new book - "The Help", but in an effort of democracy, I'll read it. Majority rule and all that. I have to get a copy, LB1 is checking to see if she has it to lend to me. Otherwise I'll be hitting up half priced books.com or whatever it's called.
Happy Monday, my shiny happy people, happy Monday.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I got your bandwagon right here
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Happy Birthday
Announcing:
Viel Spass!
- The happy happy fun loving people.
- The delicious food
- The very chilly Hofbrau Original
- My german flag dress and the many complete strangers who took pictures of me in it
- Hot hot men
- The $$ made for DANK
Worst things about MaiFest:
- The happy happy fun loving people who don't know when they've had enough
- Popped polo shirt collars
- The monsoon that was Saturday night
- The Hawks game that stole our thunder Friday night
- The very chilly Hofbrau Original in my shoes. And my hair. And my clothes.
- Hot hot men being cobags
- That horrible song "I don't want her you can have her she's too fat for me" I fucking hate that song
- The fact that all German/Polka bands think "Country Roads" by John Denver should be played again, and again, and again.......all weekend long
- The fact that when I was finally finished working for the weekend, and only had about four sips of beer that they wanted me to go right back to work in the kitchen. Um, no. I left. Everyone else got to stand around and drink, but not me apparently
- Aching feet, back, neck, etc......
- The Creepy McCreeperstein who told me my name isn't actually my name, my name is Nicki. When I said "No, my sister's name is Nicki" he told me her last name. CREEPY. Neither she nor I actually know this guy. HOT guy, but totally creepy!!