Wednesday, November 28, 2012

What The Hell Does a Day Off Mean?

Nothing like arriving to paint a wall and finding someone's used baby juice pouch on the ground. They are resilient though. If that condom can survive a crackhead vagina, it can pretty much survive anything. 

Just 3 feet over was the washroom where poop and a used diaper was found. 

After thoroughly being disgusted and feeling strange in a strangers place we got down. Fucking Migue killed it again. That rat was part of a wall that fell off that he turned into a rat. Genius. What does one eat to come up with shit like this? Maybe it was his condom and his poop in the corner...

This was his wall right beside where we were painting. Dude got serious skills. 

Speaking of skills, Solo just happened to come by and paint this quickie showing all of up. He was also dressed up like a trendy Wicker Park skater dude which we were all also jealous of because he is actually like 50. 

Cocoa that look minority vaginas. 

Made my own mild quick pickled giardinera for our Beats and Bacon night at the Charleston with the homies Trimm and Skillet. 

Worked a very long day before Thanksgiving shift at work and decided to attend the annual Rarebeergiving at the homie Alex's house. He knows his beer and his beards.

Fucking 2009. 

Sooooo good. Probably the only decent thing to ever come out of Vermont...besides maple sizzurp. 

This pairing came with home baked pumpkin bread. You best believe I maxed on like a starved European model. 

As if my day wasn't long enough...lets get drunk and slang Italian beef style bacon sandos. 

Kilgore hatin cause his belly dont taste as good. 

We did our thang and made the whole place smell of sweet stewed meat and Korean nervous sweat. 

I have no idea why I took this. 

One good thing about working Thanksgiving day is that there is no traffic to be seen. 

Another good thing is Hannibal Burress variety show the night of Thanksgiving at Schuba's. Homie straight murdered. The musical acts...were pretty good. I forgot this group's name but they were seriously on stage for a good 3 weeks. They also wish they were Odd Future sooooooo bad. 

Bad thing about comedy shows are the assholes that talk too much during someone's set. Whats even worse is when they start dissecting someone's set during the set. How do you critique, text, and talk out loud you fucking asshole? Shut the fuck up! 

Hannibal was getting pretty drunk so I don't think he minded. 

Lil' Rel headlined and killed it at the end. Homie was funny as hell and did a classic joke about Chardonnay or something that had me rolling. This night ended with us closing out Longman and Eagle very drunkenly.

What's the worst way to cure a hangover? Work two days in a hot new restaurant. Luckily, the crew is amazingly nice and helpful to a hungover, distressed helping hand. This night would end with a lot of Miller High Lifes and a shot of Malort (Damn you Jason). 

It was my turn to make soup for soup Sunday but couldn't figure anything out so Dio came to the rescue and volunteered to make her bomb ass vegan chili and skillet made chorizo, kale, potato soup that made this soup Sunday one of the best ones yet. The homie Tazm brought carnitas from Don Pedro, Noah brought apple pie, Walking Dead was on...This was the one day off that I needed. 

Friday, November 16, 2012

Get It In While You Can.

I don't know what to think with the weather fluctuating the way it is. Either way, theres never a bad time to make some mahfucking pea sizzoup with Drew and Bridget. That hock basically made the soup what it is - delicious.

"Craft" beer has blown the fuck up in Chicago as evident by this ridiculous line of caucasians. 

Beer Hoptacular took place in the same circus tent where Cirque Du Euro Weirdness takes place. 

It got a little intense under the circular tent. I couldn't fucking think straight, let alone navigate through the endless amount of yuppies that were in attendance. 

I am that guy that brings his own beer to a beer event like an asshole. I'm no better than any of the people that attended but you better believe that I had better beer in tow than beer under that douche tent. 

Finally got to check out the long anticipated restaurant by the homie Abe and crew called Eat Fat Rice.    

To further my doucheness, I brought more beer to the friends and family night.

As you can see by this menu, the prices are very reasonable and they are generous on the portions. 

Fuck yeah pot sticker crepe. 

Trio of pickled veggies to add a little "swag" to the main dishes. 

The veggie plate tasted fresh, and light.

Nothing wrong with a little surprise dish with pickled anchovies. 

God damn, I would eat a trough of this if I could. The fat noodles were fucking great. 

Stuffed and satisfied from the awesome meal, the gang checked out a little punk show at cafe mustache sort of down the street in Logan. I kept thinking about sleeping on those fat noodles and eating my way to sleep on a plate. 

Dio, Trimm, and I decide to check out the Monkey's Paw for brunch the next afternoon and needless to say, we won't be heading back anytime soon. Cold food, 45 minute wait on food at a bar not crowded, no comp on drinks from said terrible wait and service, and using a bullshit excuse like "there are kids in the back" as viable reasoning behind wait on cold eggs does not fly well to three hungry ass patrons. 

The bloodies were good though. Not fucking $10 good, but good. And yes, that is a pickled egg on top. It looked like they scooped up garbage with the cup and called it garnish. I still somehow spent $55 on a round of drinks. 

Thank god for Soup Sunday at the Trimm manor. The delicious soup made by Krystyn and Noah satiated all of us and got us right back on track. Not to mention the copious amount of High Life and pickle back shots consumed. It more than made up for the Monkey ball brunch. 

This is what a proper street artist drawing session should look like minus the period salsa bowl and prescription drugs in the middle of the table. 

When you get tired of drawing, just put stickers on top of stickers. 

You thought I forgot about this little guy didnt you? He is now looking like a teenager. He's only 2 and half years old. My nephew will beat your kids up and make it look good. 

I got sick as hell during the week but that didn't stop me from completing a few projects and coughing up phlegm at the same time. 

Functional art.

On my way to the Eco-Andersonville homebrew contest where I saw that artist that painted the side of Simones paint the side of another outdoor space. He hates it when I mention it to people all the time which is why I always state it. Ruben, how long have you known me? You should know better son! 

The attic above Hamburger Mary's in Andersonville was the venue for the contest. It was a cozy little space with "kookiness" everywhere. It was neat and hot...very very hot. It may have been my meds mixing with the tiny amount of beer I was consuming, either way I was sweatin to the oldies up here. 

Feeling productive, I hacked up more phlegm and started another piece. 

I hate being sick. IT TOTES SUCKS BRAH. 

Thanks for reading.