weekend wrap up

9.19



People who dont drink scare me.



Not recovering alcoholics...they get a pass.

If you dont drink due to religious reasons, you get a pass too.



But if you're just a regular person, over the age of 21, and you never touch

alcohol, it just kinda makes me wonder.  Its like I see them as close-minded

or something and inherently judgemental, and im just kind of weirded out by

it.  This stems from an encounter at happy hour on Friday where this girl

just said, "I don't drink." and had no apparent reason for it.



This is not to say that everyone should go out boozin and get hammered every

weekend...but if i ask you if you'd like one beer at happy hour on a Friday

or a glass of wine w/dinner and you say



"I dont drink"



I'm gonna wonder. Ill even ask if there's a reason.



So she said, "No, no reason, I just don't drink"



It kinda sketched me out a bit.  If she had a good reason, or even a shitty

one, she probably would get a pass too.  If she would've said, "I hate the

taste" or "Im pregnant" or something, then I would've understood.



But if you just dont drink alcohol for no apparent reason, I just dont

understand and it does make me wonder about you.  I know its weird, and

kinda wrong, but im just sayin...



9.20



Laying low on a Saturday night, I decide to sit outside and enjoy the nice

cool autumn Chicago breeze so I open up my back door and lo and behond on my

balcony is a big ass racoon.



................... a mother-fucking racoon I said!



What in the hell is a racoon the size of a springer spaniel doing in the

city?



So I started to close the door and I looked at it and he just stood there

like I was the one invading HIS personal space!  I don't know about you, but

being about 4 feet from a wild racoon was a rather unsettling.  Now I have

to peek out my back door before I can go outside in fear that my legs are

going to be all slashed up on some nightmare on elm street type shit...



... damn racoon....



9.21



After being holed up studying all weekend (well, not really, but that was

the intention), I decided to get out of the house and went downtown to the

new H & M store to see all the half dressed chics caught up in this 80's

revival walking around.  Then I decided to pop into the Virgin megastore and

on my way out riding down the escalator from the second floor I see R.

Kelly.



Full entourage and all just shopping for some DVD's.  He's a lot smaller in

person.  I thought about walking around the long way, but I thought to

myself that I shouldn't have to take the long way just because the

pissmaster himself and 5 dudes with no necks are taking up the main walkway

right!? So I walk the way I normally walk and approached the group and said,

"coming through......" and brushed shoulders with the R. once the bodyguards

moved out of the way.



At the register I asked the woman behind the counter if she could make an

announcement telling all the parents to make sure their kids are close by,

but she wouldn't do it.



-c



CD of the moment: Los Amigos Invisibles - "Venezuelan Zingason vol. 1"

no longer an ass-man

I have a proclamation to make.

"I am no longer am a fan of big asses"

I now love small/medium sized frames that have nice onions.

I was a big assed fan all my life.

Now the joy is gone........

I'm attributing this to the fact that I'm getting older and I'm starting to consider what that big ass will look like in 20, 15, or 10 years.

I must start to become more selective in my choice of ass attractiveness.

-c