Saturday live blog:

12:42pm 

Yay snow!!! And it's actually kind of nice out. I have my ears exposed for Christ sakes. And they haven't fell off?!?

12:49pm

I slept all the sleeps last night. And after hanging out with my friends last night, which was a great time btw, I feel surprisingly good.  We drank beers, had deep dish pizza, and ended up gambling on computer wrestlers, wrestling each other. 

12:53pm

Today has a weird feel to it. I'm running late for brunch. But already in contact with all those involved, and a bus was waiting for me when I got to the corner. Dare I say today has a........... Happy......feel to it? 

1:01pm.

Seriously. I can't make this shit up. So we pull up to a bus stop and this little Mexican dude is shoveling off the stop. He gets on and doesn't pay.  He just goes and sits down. The bus driver keeps calling up front to him. He says, I shoveled the bus stop out! 

Bartering is alive and well my friends. 

1:50pm

Gingerbread coffee in tow, we're back in the warmth of the fat cat. I think I have two beers I need to drink. Deciding between biscuits and gravy and pancakes and bacon. 

3:00pm

Delirium Noel. Potent potables. Discussion of why the post office should raise the cost of stamps to at least a buck. I have one more beer until Santa hat! 

3:50pm:

Last beer is founders breakfast stout. And Santa hat is on the way. Look at me. Who says I can't accomplish things?! I'm gonna wear this the rest of the day. Haha. Or should I say Ho Ho Ho.  

Ahem. 

Supposedly, I get my pic on the wall of fame here, and get entered in for some 4L bottle of champagne. We already decided if we win it, it's gonna be consumed on the porch. 

5:47pm:

Being that it's not horrible outside, we're having beers outside. Tried to make a snowman but snow isn't cooperating. Boo non packing snow. 

7:25pm

Talking about 80's porno and what we used to well pleasure ourselves to, I guess is the nice way to put jerk off.  Anyway, apparently we've all scoured the internet to find those first vids. Mine was an unfindable video of Sharon Mitchell as a referee in a locker room.   Man I'd love to find that video. 

10pm: 

Decide that rather and go to another bar that I know is a bad idea, I'm gonna pack it up, grab some food somewhere and go home.  The idea of being hungover all day tomorrow just doesn't sound appealing to me, and let's face it. There's nothing good that will come of me going to another bar. 

I'm tired. This lifestyle really isn't me to begin with. I really wish I could quiet things down, do things that I really want to do.  But nobodies interested in going thrifting, or heading down to the field museum to see an exhibit.  Nobody wants to go grocery shopping and spend the day trying to cook some extremely hard and complicated recipe, and then enjoy it with a bottle of wine.  Well....except me. 

10:40pm:

Find random shit at Walgreens to stiff in facehole.  Seeing people filing in and out European club on kedzie. Wondering why my life is so lame. 

11:00pm:

And I'm home.  Microwaving up some convenience store vittles and gonna sit down and probably watch some tv.  Right now I'm just looking out my window at the quiet street below.  It's funny to me that we're rarely where we wanna be. I know I try to be there, and I remember times when I was.  Why is it such a long road back? 

Don't get me wrong, there are times when I like my solitary existence. Times when I get to stay up late and watch tv, or do late night internet browsing. Read about the cubs, and whatever the next gizmo is gonna be.  But for the most part I miss being more domesticated.  

I think my next blog post will go into a little more depth of the man I am.  But with that I'm gonna call it a Saturday. I got work in about 12 hours.  All in all not a bad day.