i played hooky on friday because i woke up feeling icky, but that went away after i slept for another 3 hours. then i target-ed. and almost went on a homicidal rampage in the linens section because there were approximately 3500 housewives with their unruly asshole children running all over the damn place. seriously, people: the isles aren't that wide; if you walk 2 abreast with carts and children trailing behind you, you effectively block THE ENTIRE ISLE FOR ANYONE ELSE. let's do this in an orderly fashion. one behind another. like a road. one behind another. that allows for people to come at you from the opposite direction, and, if your fat ass is going to slowly, it allows for the person behind you pass you and get on with their life, instead of wasting an hour in a wondrous superstore. dammit.
anyhow we all went to some bar called the Blue Line (ironically, right under the damen blue line el stop...) friday night and got shitty. what else was there to do? it was packed with d-bags and the stereo was playing godawful Top 40 music.
saturday we ordered bad meditterean food from some place called Reza's (which we won't do again). tom's dill rice had lima beans in it and my cous cous had raisins and weird vegetables and some sort of weird sauce in it...i don't know if that's how those dishes are supposed to be served, but it was gross. Babylon is way better.
managed to leave the house at 4 to go down to find some new winter snow boots at Akira's big store, but got flustered and didn't want to torture tom with my agonizingly long stay in the store, so we just left. saturday was NOT my day for retail therapy. i found nothing at Urban that i even remotely fancied (except for that Eazy Does It shirt that i want badly but refuse to buy from Urban because a million other people will have it). i managed to find some sweet rock and republic jeans for half off at nordstrom rack, but am pretty sure they're defective because the legs are tight and the waist is big and if i don't wear a belt , they end up exposing some major ass cleavage. hmph.
anyhow, Saturday night was Dark Wave Disco night at Sonotheque and the Teenagers were playing.
we'd been to Sonotheque once before for a brief stint for their Sunday Reggae night, but didn't really stay for any length of time (we had places to be).
in an earlier post, i wrote about how i'd just "discovered" the Teenagers and how i loved them. their album came out on Tuesday and i love it. it's fun and funny and uses words like "cunt" and "slut" but in a completely hilarious, non-threatening, not over-used way. brilliant. anyhow, i was a bit skeptical as to whether or not they'd be good live, but i found a review of a show they'd played in LA or NYC or something and it said they were great live. i was still skeptical because hipsters and i generally have a different idea of what's good live... but they WERE good! i was so stoked! sounded clear and loud and just as great and hilarious as they do on the album. plus, there were DJs and it was a dance party. and i drank a lot of gin and got drunk there too. then we stuffed our faces with Arturo's and passed the eff out.
and Sunday i went to my guilty pleasure breakfast joint in Andersonville: Ann Sather. they serve awesome cinnamon rolls that are dripping with love juice, err, hot icing... heh.
and now i'm sick. so i guess the weekend was sort of worth it, but i'd rather be at home in bed sleeping.
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