Thursday, February 24, 2011
Givin My Liver The One Two Punch.
Takin it on easy street having a "snack" over at the quintessential Costa Rican spot Irazu's. Simple yet delicious and quite the friendly staff. I've never been touched so much on the shoulder by a bigger Latin dude since I've been arrested.
How awesome would this be to have in your house as an illuminating device? Kind of awesome if it wasn't p0inting to the open room toilet in the living room.
Signmakers get a little restless in a tiny office and sometimes challenges are made where a free lunch is on the line. No one likes changing the laminate in the lamination machine so it was a treat to watch Trent go ape shit trying to change this in under a minute.
One of the better bars semi close to my hood is Longroom, with its er...long room which is clearly visible once you walk in. Kinda classic, kinda kooky with weird stuffed dead birds around and circles.
This one made me spit up a little as I fear that birds may peck the shit out of my eyes one day for eating so many of their family.
Circles. Birds. Beers.
Not to be outdone by the fine drafts, Sang dropped off a delicious batch of homemade pickles that made my night. This isn't the first time my day was awesome because of a delicious pickle in my mouth. HEYOOOOOOOOO!
Trying to be open minded, the gang of caucasians and I went to a wrigleyville bar called Roadhouse ala Patrick Swayze I imagine. However all I can think of was this.
Nothing Roadhousey about this place except for the excess random Chicago crap and knick knacks...meh.
The bathroom was decorated by a murderous, perverted, collage happy 15 year old.
One step away from producing ransom letters for kidnappers.
Played a sloptastic game of pool that made me look like less of a man until Sean started dancing with the pool stick. He's a true martyr.
The typical insecurity/macho punching game to show who can punch harder complete with what looks like a stitched up organ or tongue. You better bet your sandals that there's a line of douche bags ready to feel like a real man stepping up to punch this machine.
Homemade purple potato chips. SNAP. Fucking delicious.
Spiced/candied cashews complete with almost a stick of butter to really take away anything nutritious about cashews.
Got invited to participate in the monthly Atomic Sketch Event over at their new home at the Green Eye Tavern in Bucktown. A monthly live art event where good artists paint fast, and sell cheap. Like prostitutes.
Its one of my favorite art events because the panel is always full of great artists and you can pick up several pieces for under 20 dollars...All made right before your flippin eyes!
Including small canvasses I did.
You can participate on the side and hang art alongside the invited panel and make some beer money. All is fair for art on this evening.
One of the organizers Dominic likes to check out porn sites and pictures of puppies during the event. You never know what he jerks off to though.
I let the crew borrow my Shun knife to cut a cake...look at how sad and ashamed my knife looks with frosting and red velvet cake all over it. It got violated. This thing has prepped through all kinds of bones and meat. You may as well put a tutu around the handle.
Met up with birthday boy David "Cove" Gonzales. He was rolling with a pretty heavy roster of artists that I admired growing up which I can now call friends and peers. I felt kinda cool until we went to Chris Silva's house and saw a "kitty" door installed for the litter box.
Seeing stuff like this makes me want to quit painting. With Chris and Lauren being married, they are like the ultimate artist couple. Talented bastards.
Painted a few car parts for Chris. All around cool dude and I'm assuming car enthusiast. It was one of the only times I got to use one shot paint on a few of the parts. I don't know what any of these parts do except now they got "revised." I know its a terrible pun/joke...fuck off, I'm tired.
Time for the great Sour Power Tasting at Tom's house. This is going to be a long fucking day.
Thank God for a ton of salty foods and starches to keep the ol' liver kickin.
These were some standouts...it started to get hard to keep track of other stellar beers that people brought but other notables were the infected Matilda, the three sisters, The Black Tuesday, BCS rare, yadda yadda yadda. My poop this morning smelled like weed.
The line up starts to build as stomachs begin to fill and voices get louder and louder...
UGH. That's a shit load of beer...this shelf ran out of space so we had to start moving bottles over to the table and surrounding furniture pieces.
Even the beer belched one out for the tasting.
Thanks to Tom and Sarah for hosting the Sour Power tasting and Dionele and Crystal for bringing food and treats. Special shout out to the vegan stew and pierogis that Dio brought. I may have gained ten more pounds just stuffing my fat face with these delicious pillows of starch and cheese. It's only going to get warmer, which means more dumb terrible photos and stupid commentary!