I just had a mini nightmare at school,telnetting into my earthlink account...I'm just going to have to do without email while in class,even when I do have a five hour lapse between classes...
Anyhow...
The best part of going to Chicago is I feel sane and happy. I realize that my way of viewing the world is not so weird or if it is weird,it's weird basically in a good way and that yes,there way things are done in Milwaukee is not how they're done everywhere else and in many ways,that's a good thing.
The bad part is that when I come back,I lose my weary resignation and I once again have to deal with the everyday crap only Im acutely aware that its better elsewhere so I get that sort of aggravating sensation of limbo.
Anyhow...
I called into work that morning and took an early bus to Chicago. It's been slow there,and last time I was at work most people were just popping prescription drugs and goofing off and the like so I figured they wouldnt miss me.
I got to my old hood,saw Ronny briefly,ate some fries at Robert's Hotdogs and bopped over to Wicker Park. From there,I had a double cappucino at earwax,realized that Milwaukee coffee sucks(it either doesn't wake me up or gives me an ulcer or both...Chicago espresso may cost more but its good.) Then went into the occult bookstore,browsed and chatted it up with some of the employees. Then,buzzed out of reality I decided to go shopping at Threads..deluding myself into thinking I was only browsing. Three dresses later,I realized how delusional this was. But hey,together they only totalled $15 so I won't complain.
Then I went to Argyle and Sheridan,went to Nha Trang(I think thats the name)and had a yummy noodle veggie stir fry which I'd been craving for weeks,scarfed it down in mere minutes. I wasnt back long when Paul came home so we bopped all over creation,talking over eachother in our hurry to update the other on our lives for the past two months.
We wound up at Batwax which was awesome. I hadnt had so much fun in a long time. I saw a lot of old friends and it was good to catch up with them. Some of them I hadn't talked to off the net in months.This was happy and exciting and I also got the opportunity to talk to some people that I hadn't talked to much in the past as well. I drank large amounts,pontificated greatly and marvelled at the friendly seediness of Mutiny,the new home of Batwax.
Paul wanted to go to Exit.
I told him that I had to eat.
He offered to buy me food.
Paul wanted to go to Exit.
I said I couldnt afford it.
He offered to pay.
There seemed no escape until Jesus saved me.Yes,a fellow dressed in a Jesus costume was walking down the street when Paul started screaming"Jesus!Jesus!"Scared of my future once Exit came into the picture,I questioned the wisdom of this decision.
He then grew obsessed with Los Comales and went there for four tacos and we staggered on home.
The next day,it was quest time. After coffee and breakfast at Earwax,we decided to go on a quest for sugar skulls. Paul had been told by a friend at a bar that somewhere around blue island and California there was rumored to be a store that sold sugar skulls. So we went on a long trip across town,spying a peep booth joint the size of a port a potty(and by the outside,Id guess just as classy)and to a mega candy store specializing in goodies from Mexico. So we asked. But they had no sugar skulls..knew of one place,about a half mile down the road,that may or may not have them and may or may not be open.
I was hungry though and pleaded that we be homeward bound as my feet were threatening to leave me on the count of abuse,so we found the nearest bus stop.
Which just happened to be across from Cook County prison.
Woo boy!What a fortress.It was the grimmest dungeon I had ever seen,an inpenetrable fortress of barbed wire and secrecy,walls in the middle of a city shielded off from everything and nothing seen except some very mean looking prison guards coming on and off shift.
It was beautiful.
Our bus arrived and we found our way to Lucky Vitos. Unfortunately,our usual waitress was working the phones that day and the new waitress was not the most competent nor the most hard working of sorts. But that aside,the food was yummy as always.I had missed having a good fettucine alfredo since leaving Chicago.
Feeling fat and satisfied,I mingled with slumberland for a bit then resumed my drinking as I prepared for an evening at 950 with a friend of mine. 950 was hellishly crowded due to the holiday though I was happy to see it still open and I downed waxy woo-woos en masse.I saw oodles of folks I knew...some from Blackplanet/chigoth as well as people from the OTO who shared some interesting tales that,especially drunk,I found to be highly amusing.
This time I did get dragged off to Exit which was fun at first,I got fucked up in the way there,on top of being drunk off woo woos and at first..when I was in the downstairs...I had this faint sense of surrealism to the universe.It was lovely.The seediness took on new dimensions. But then I got upstairs and men who were quite gifted in the height department kept trying to pick me up,quite literally...and drunks literally falling on top of me and needing to leave but unable to find who I came with I had a bit of a panic attack..not fun..so I was taken to Hollywood's where I got yet a yummy meal--french toast this time,and went home to pass out.
By Sunday I was burnt. Groggy,I went with Paul to a nearby restauraunt for breakfast which was also yummy,and coffee to fight the hang over.
I went back to sleep as soon as I gt home.
We went to Thrill Kill Kult where one of Jerry Springer's clones hit on me.
It was a good show though way too crowded and between the crowds and my feeble eyesight I couldnt see a damned thing and security guards seemed distressed when you sat places where there were no chairs.
We went to Liars Club which was okay though quiet.
I then went home and passed out.
The next day I decided to not go back yet,and went to Coumbia tot alk to financial aid..it was a bit of a waste of time because I could have given me more informed financial aid advice.Arrg.
Then Paul pierced my eyebrow.
I forced myself to leave early tuesday because if I didnt then I would never come back. It was tuesday. I could have justified going to Nocturna quite easily and next thing you know Id be dropping out of school and just coming back for my kitty cats and my imac.
No no no. That would be bad. That would be very bad.
But I'm in Milwaukee now,which of course sucks. Still,I plan on visiting in another two weeks and then I will be looking for a place over thanksgiving break,and be back,permanent like as soon as classes are finished.