First day of class tomorrow, and although I didn't make it to the going-away party I should have attended (he probably got too drunk to notice I wasn't there), I also didn't manage to sleep like a normal person last night, staying up until dawn reading the ridiculous Playboy Bartender's Guide and smoking the rest of that terrible tobacco Dan got me last Christmas. And now it's quarter to three and I have so much to do!
Coming soon for your viewing pleasure:
-pictures of the new pad (I have to clean first)
-a new essay on feminism
-updates on the photoshoot (it's taking a lot longer than we'd expected)
Anyway. Last Friday evening, Erica and Chris and I crammed our bikes into the back seat of his old 'Rolla, all three of ourselves into the front seat, and set out on impromptu adventure in Milwaukee. Our first stop was the Milwaukee Art Museum, where there was some kind of event with a band and a $10 cover that allowed you to do arts and crafts and sample homebrew. Unfortunately, the beer was gone, we we hopped on our vélos and rode off in the rain to Riverwest, where we saw a friend of a friend's band play at Live on North, then a place called Nomad on Brady Street, where what they call the "Prix Fixe" special gets you a can of PBR, a shot of Jameson, and a cigarette, all for five dollars. Best ever. And yes, you can still smoke in bars in Milwaukee.
Before passing out for the night, we picked up some Chicago dogs at the Dog Haus off Brady Street. I swear to god I couldn't tell you the last time I had a hot dog, but it did remind me of that old place down Irving Park Road called Bowser Dog I used to go to all the time as a kid, which I guess makes it authentic enough despite the fact that hot dogs are still kind of gross. The guy who sits outside is quite friendly and entertaining, and prevented Chris from leaving behind his "purse" and the camera within it. Nice place.
The next morning (well, noon), we all met back up at a place called Comet on Farwell (their menus described themselves as a 'slow-food' establishment. One of those), where we waited forever to be seated, but were rewarded with stellar coffee, fabulous breakfast sandwiches (fried egg, mayo, lettuce, tomato, bacon, on fresh bread with hand-cut fries) and even better Bloody Marys. Because they were made with Guinness, and were garnished. . .with bacon.
