Thoughts From a Few Days in Chicago
All memories of "scandals" from my high school days devolve into either Mike Miller spanking it in the kiln room in junior high or Feichter banging Canova in the student government office (in style canis, natch).
Derrick Carter and Mark Farina sound hella better in Chicago than anywhere else. They both always bring it, but add the hometown crowd, and they come with the thunder of a 40-day-and-40-night storm.
I have to find the "Freaks of the Industry" remix Farina played. The production is only slightly better than your standard B'more track, but c'mon: it's Freaks of the Industry.
PBR in bottles is the best of all forms of PBR, cans, bottles or draft. Especially when it's dollar PBR night.
When the DJ plays "Is It All Over My Face" by Loose Joints, the right thing to yell during the chorus is, in fact, "HELL YEAH!" Who knew?
A club of house heads yelling to that song is almost as amusing as the audience participation to "Sweet Caroline" in the oldest bar in Illadelph.
Clybourn Corridor is like Old Orchard with an El stop and a currency exchange. (For you non-Chicago savvy, it's like... if you dropped Clarendon in the heart of Ward 8 and gave it a Metro stop, a check cashing place and a payday loan place).
In three to five years, you'll be able to buy that $370,000 2-bedroom condo with no parking space for $200,000 when it goes into foreclosure, cause ain't no way a second year "consultant" can afford that kinda payment.
I could take Arturo's to market, and they would shut Chipotle down.
The Bible-based, gun-toting, big-boobie women that graced the walls of the late, lamented Yo Mama's cafe now grace the second floor windows of the Flatiron Building along Milwaukee Ave.
God bless that Russian liquor store, with cases of Obolon, Okocim, all the Czech beer you could want (but perhaps shouldn't): Czechvar, Stariy Melnik, Boom; and all the vodkas you could possibly never want to drink: Boris Yeltsin brand, Rada ("Number one Vodka in Ukrainia," the surly clerk who looked like the namesake of the former spirit said.), Sniper.
Dull televised soccer is better in a Bulgarian bar/cafe.
If you tell all but one of your groomsmen the brides sister is off limits, wanna guess who's going to go home with whom?
-Skeet, skeet, skeet.
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Truth be told, Sniper vodka is good vodka. A glass of water has more flavors than the martinis I was making with the bottle on my desk.
Posted by @ 08/05/04 5:08 a.m. ET