Monday, January 31, 2011
It's Finally Really Winter Here in the Chi
The nephew loves taking his bath. As you can tell by this picture, he is quite satisfied...
Until he found out that his uncle was washing himself with a rag on a stick.
Taking a Korean mother out to eat can seem like a task at times. But when you have a mother that usually craves good ol' BBQ, specific cravings for pasta with clams in red sauce is a little daunting. Luckily, La Scarola in the West Loop had just the thing. Good ol' fashioned Italian everything.
Complete with arguing old men.
Had the bada bing pasta, the hey what is this dish, and the get outta here entree...kidding, thats racist. We just had the dago special complete with eggplant parm, shell pasta in cream sauce, and the linguine with clams and red sauce. It was reallllllly good. Service was excellent, and the Tiramisu was delicious like a hairy Italian mom's arms.
The Golden Child approves.
Had an all store meeting for work the same night from 1030pm - 12am. Yes, it is as exciting as it sounds. Product placement anyone?
Had Sketch Thursday the next day, a group of artists (anyone is welcome) meet every second and fourth Thursday of the month and just kick it and draw. I also DJ this evening with a stellar list of other resident DJs. Uriel has his, "I just made a boom boom in my pants" face on. While Sam is finally smelling that boom boom.
Justin Timberlake's son rolled through and drew some awesome naked chicks touching themselves...seriously. Come by and make fun of us, drink, or draw with us! Lokal - 1904 w. North ave. Every 2nd and 4th Thursday of the month. 830pm-whenevs.
Had a meat cooking class/demo the next day at work. Here is a leg of lamb getting ready to get his cook on.
Here it is seven hours later. LIKE BUTTA. There was a ton of other meat, but hard to document when cooking and trying to talk to a crowd at the same time. Let's just say that all of the attendees probably shat a delicious meat brick the next morning.
I have an awesome staff that cooks, cleans, and organizes the kitchen really well so we got out early enough to enjoy a beverage right downstairs. This sour beer made my dick wet a little. It was funky, sweet, tart, and drinkable. Can I get a "thats what she said"?
Went to check out Matthew Dear over at The Mid, a new venue near Fulton and Halsted. Cool spot, great sound, and I do appreciate the early shows. Matthew Dear had a live band and did an awesome trick.
He made his head explode into a ball of light. I was not expecting that at all.
Finally checked out Haymarket pub right down the street after we got tired of paying 6 dollars for Heinekens at The Mid.
Another brewpub that has an extensive list of "craft" beers and does a little brewing of their own. I really did enjoy the options for ounces of great beer that you can buy. I'm all about the average price of 2 dollar 4 ounce pours they have. The vegan burger I had there was probably one of the best veggie burgers I've had in the city.
Woke up the next day with a massive hangover and remembered that I had to finish a project for an art show happening over at the Oh No Doom gallery this weekend. It felt really good to work a little larger than I normally do. This was mostly acrylic on canvas. I lost about 45089 brain cells putting on the gloss for this fucker.
Feeling a little cabin fever, Dio here suggested we go out for a beer or COCKtail. Yes, that is my subtle and kitsch way of saying I went to a couple of gay bars.
Girls love gay bars. I looked a homeless person in this land of "haaaaaaaaayyyyysssss" and good design. Kit Kat Lounge has shows every 20 minutes. You know whats coming up next.
Of course I got picked on. The show consists of lip syncing drag queens. What can I say about this pic? It's a fucking disaster. I look like I'm crying, scared, and angry at the same time. This is why people make fun of Asians. We do look weird and uncomfortable everywhere.
Why stop at one gay bar, when there is one right across the street that has karaoke? Dio was in beard heaven. I'll say one thing about gay bars, they're all happy and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I probably looked like the old man drunk raining on their many parades and fests.
Woke up the next morning to go painting out in the cold for no good reason. Who are the best laborers? You got it Mexicans. Here is a Jose buffing the wall to get our paint on.
Here is the start. This would prove to be a testament to how much I still love to paint. It was fucking cold, ice on the ground, no bathroom in sight, no food, an hour bus ride, waking up at 9am on a Sunday...it was still fun to get something on a wall and get back to roots.
Here it is four hours later. My body was basically frigid.
I wasn't the only one suffering. Here's Xaust wishing it was Corona weather.
Like one with his minimal style and love for doo doo brown colors. It reminded him of his cotillion.
Came back home looking forward to leftovers from Istabul down the street from the house. The veggie moussaka was pretty tasty at first but upon further inspection, you can see how much potato they actually used which made up almost all of the dish. Boo on them for cheaping out and being lazy...the humongous potatoes were cut to serve as a platform for all of the other veggies stacked on top of it and look bigger. Fuck that shit.
So my new favorite app on my phone is the offender locator. This thing is just amazing, sad, funny, and crazy. Look at all of the offenders in my area?! I recommend it. Yes, they have pictures.
Thank you to all of the readers! I really am grateful that I can semi provide entertainment during your own busy days. Lemme know if there is anything I should check out, eat, or drink! I'd love to hear suggestions. I'm fucking tired.