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. 


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