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As per usual, I'll just write. I'm now officially a touch drunk, so the writing may be particularly verbose because I'm about to treat this post as a summation of my day. Today I woke up around 10am. I listened to Ought for a couple hours, some Alchemist, some Mac, then I walked to work in the rain. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, but it was a friendly reminder that there is a hole somewhere in my left boot and that this is going to be my mode of transportation from mid-November until mid-March or April depending on how Winter treats us, and that walking to and from work is a truly calming experience for me. I bought a sandwich from the Gold Medal market & deli because the deli is most frequently occupied by either this overly committed, yet surprisingly happily, uniformed goth guy or this small, white Russian woman; both of which will happily give you every other additive to your sandwich for no cost whatsoever. I'm doing it again. Let's fast forward. I worked until around 11. I got a co-worker, who is technically still my boss 50% of the time, which is a truly strange situation, to give me a ride home since it was raining pretty hard and I couldn't be bothered walking home at this point. She dropped me off at my house, I explained to her that I've been having a hard time with a lot of things (5 specifically, but I didn't get into any of them) recently and that life is essentially screaming at me right now. She gave her condolences, we agreed that we'd inevitably meet at the bar attached to our building soon, I thanked her and we parted ways. I walked inside my house, finished the muffin I had been eating which my true boss gave me several hours earlier because she is obsessed with my deep-seated love of free food (also free almost anything regardless of the legality and/or morality surrounding it's free-ness, but she doesn't need to know that and honestly, neither do you, so let's continue), threw the wrapper away, then headed towards the bar down the street for a couple beers before I came home to decompress and mentally prepare for another full day. Here's where it gets interesting: As I'm walking along the sidewalk maybe 35 feet away from the bar, a man comes up to me and asks if I know where the nearest hospital is. I explain to him how to get to the nearest hospitals, but that proves too complicated for him so he asks me to call 911. I ask him why. He tells me that he was in the hospital this morning, he's bipolar, he was on the bus around ten minutes ago and he felt suicidal so he got off here, he was starting to feel out of his own body again as the cold rain dropped onto his neck. He told me he hadn't taken his medication in a few hours because he lost it somewhere. He told me that he needed me to call 911 and to ask specifically for an ambulance, not for the police. I got enough information out of the man at this point, so I called 911, gave them the situation, told them our intersection, then handed the phone to him. He explained his attire to them for the sake of ease, explained his situation to them again, thanked them, then hung up. He asks me if I have a cigarette and I say no, that's why I'm headed into this bar. He asks me if I'd buy him a beer and I gladly said I would if he agreed that the second the bright lights started flashing, that he'd head out. We head into the bar and hangout for maybe 8 or 9 minutes before the lights arrive. In that time the following happens: He explains the New Jersey area codes to me, asks me my opinion on 2Pac vs. Biggie, gives me a copy of the Reader's Digest's Complete Guide to Needlework which he had purchased for $5.00 earlier that day, opens the front cover and signs his current phone number (his mother's) and his cell number on the cover, draws an elementary smiley face on the first page on the right, asks me if I'm Jewish (a question I had already been asked that day and am asked at least once a week) or Italian, says he has a 27 and 21 year old and then asks me my age. We shoot the shit for a minute when I see the lights through the window, give him the shoulder hit and tell him they're here, get out of here. He thanks me for the 3rd time and is met by three police officers at the door. I had received two phone calls from them at this point, that I didn't even think to answer because they were simply 612 numbers, it could have been any number of people I don't want to talk to. I grabbed my things, went to the bar, and apparently stared at nothing until the bartender asked me if I was gonna be alright. I laughed, explained why the officials were there (because I called them), asked for two shots of tequila and my check and then I walked home.
My god it took me this whole Boards of Canada album to write this.
tl;dr: In the former quarter I needlessly explain my day and then the latter three quarters I called the police and chatted with a bipolar man named Joe who gave me a book on Knitting, crochet, etc and questioned if I was Jewish
edit. I could spoiler and post a photo of the inside cover if that is something that interests anyone other than me.
As per usual, I'll just write. I'm now officially a touch drunk, so the writing may be particularly verbose because I'm about to treat this post as a summation of my day. Today I woke up around 10am. I listened to Ought for a couple hours, some Alchemist, some Mac, then I walked to work in the rain. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, but it was a friendly reminder that there is a hole somewhere in my left boot and that this is going to be my mode of transportation from mid-November until mid-March or April depending on how Winter treats us, and that walking to and from work is a truly calming experience for me. I bought a sandwich from the Gold Medal market & deli because the deli is most frequently occupied by either this overly committed, yet surprisingly happily, uniformed goth guy or this small, white Russian woman; both of which will happily give you every other additive to your sandwich for no cost whatsoever. I'm doing it again. Let's fast forward. I worked until around 11. I got a co-worker, who is technically still my boss 50% of the time, which is a truly strange situation, to give me a ride home since it was raining pretty hard and I couldn't be bothered walking home at this point. She dropped me off at my house, I explained to her that I've been having a hard time with a lot of things (5 specifically, but I didn't get into any of them) recently and that life is essentially screaming at me right now. She gave her condolences, we agreed that we'd inevitably meet at the bar attached to our building soon, I thanked her and we parted ways. I walked inside my house, finished the muffin I had been eating which my true boss gave me several hours earlier because she is obsessed with my deep-seated love of free food (also free almost anything regardless of the legality and/or morality surrounding it's free-ness, but she doesn't need to know that and honestly, neither do you, so let's continue), threw the wrapper away, then headed towards the bar down the street for a couple beers before I came home to decompress and mentally prepare for another full day. Here's where it gets interesting: As I'm walking along the sidewalk maybe 35 feet away from the bar, a man comes up to me and asks if I know where the nearest hospital is. I explain to him how to get to the nearest hospitals, but that proves too complicated for him so he asks me to call 911. I ask him why. He tells me that he was in the hospital this morning, he's bipolar, he was on the bus around ten minutes ago and he felt suicidal so he got off here, he was starting to feel out of his own body again as the cold rain dropped onto his neck. He told me he hadn't taken his medication in a few hours because he lost it somewhere. He told me that he needed me to call 911 and to ask specifically for an ambulance, not for the police. I got enough information out of the man at this point, so I called 911, gave them the situation, told them our intersection, then handed the phone to him. He explained his attire to them for the sake of ease, explained his situation to them again, thanked them, then hung up. He asks me if I have a cigarette and I say no, that's why I'm headed into this bar. He asks me if I'd buy him a beer and I gladly said I would if he agreed that the second the bright lights started flashing, that he'd head out. We head into the bar and hangout for maybe 8 or 9 minutes before the lights arrive. In that time the following happens: He explains the New Jersey area codes to me, asks me my opinion on 2Pac vs. Biggie, gives me a copy of the Reader's Digest's Complete Guide to Needlework which he had purchased for $5.00 earlier that day, opens the front cover and signs his current phone number (his mother's) and his cell number on the cover, draws an elementary smiley face on the first page on the right, asks me if I'm Jewish (a question I had already been asked that day and am asked at least once a week) or Italian, says he has a 27 and 21 year old and then asks me my age. We shoot the shit for a minute when I see the lights through the window, give him the shoulder hit and tell him they're here, get out of here. He thanks me for the 3rd time and is met by three police officers at the door. I had received two phone calls from them at this point, that I didn't even think to answer because they were simply 612 numbers, it could have been any number of people I don't want to talk to. I grabbed my things, went to the bar, and apparently stared at nothing until the bartender asked me if I was gonna be alright. I laughed, explained why the officials were there (because I called them), asked for two shots of tequila and my check and then I walked home.
My god it took me this whole Boards of Canada album to write this.
tl;dr: In the former quarter I needlessly explain my day and then the latter three quarters I called the police and chatted with a bipolar man named Joe who gave me a book on Knitting, crochet, etc and questioned if I was Jewish
edit. I could spoiler and post a photo of the inside cover if that is something that interests anyone other than me.
I would like to see the inside cover. And I need to know more about the sandwich from the Gold Medal Market.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Oh I am all about the bra alc. I can successfully sneak in 3-5 airplane bottles, depending on what top I'm wearing. I never do it for shows but for festivals, absolutely.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
I play soccer on Monday nights. Used to be Thursday too, but our team went down to once a week.
Fuzz is in Boston (Cambridge) next Monday night, because of course it has to be a night I can't really get away.
I hope Ty Segall plays a fest I'm at next year. I hope I can go to a fest besides Newport and Boston Calling next year.
The shit part of Boston and Cambridge shows, it costs more to get there than some of the ticket prices. Drive an hour each way, tolls in some spots, parking, riding the subway - it racks up. If it was Providence or Worcester it'd be cool, but of course those two are too small and too close to Boston to get a lot of quality acts.
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
When I'm funny, I'm really funny, when I'm not, not one single person makes a noise, not even in contempt or disinterest or sarcastic mockery. My propensity to consume alcohol with a fervency rises significantly when I'm around my family. Maybe attribute it to my age, but I've already experienced two mental crises since I've been here and I'm truly worried about the next six days. I almost never feel nervous or paranoid of judgement except in these situations; my heightened sense of self-awareness is truly interesting, if not genuinely frustrating. My biggest issue with nights and days like these is that I know how the mornings succeed them, I wake up with a deep breath, as if it were all a dream. I wake with a new sense of truth, but with a false arsenal of tools to organize said truth. The day goes on: it happens all again.
This isn't specific to this week, but the latter 90% of the iceberg rears it's head more often on weeks like these; Thanksgiving week is gonna be just as it's ever been.
I'm day drinking and looking at flights. I have 6-10 days of PTO to kill before the end of the year as they don't roll over. I want to be gone from Chicago for my birthday (12/26) and Christmas but I need to be back by the 30th. I want to be somewhere warm (meaning I don't need a coat) but I'm not a chill at the beach person. I want to do a lot of drinking/partying/gambling but not Vegas because that is in April. It looks like I can easily talk a co-worker into this trip as well. Money isn't a concern but I also don't do fancy things so it doesn't have to be classy, its just that I can spend as much as I want/need.
Who has suggestions? Right now I'm looking at New Orleans, Austin, and all over Florida but I'm not sold on anything right now.
I know a bar playing old hip hop music you could go to.
I'm day drinking and looking at flights. I have 6-10 days of PTO to kill before the end of the year as they don't roll over. I want to be gone from Chicago for my birthday (12/26) and Christmas but I need to be back by the 30th. I want to be somewhere warm (meaning I don't need a coat) but I'm not a chill at the beach person. I want to do a lot of drinking/partying/gambling but not Vegas because that is in April. It looks like I can easily talk a co-worker into this trip as well. Money isn't a concern but I also don't do fancy things so it doesn't have to be classy, its just that I can spend as much as I want/need.
Who has suggestions? Right now I'm looking at New Orleans, Austin, and all over Florida but I'm not sold on anything right now.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
I'm day drinking and looking at flights. I have 6-10 days of PTO to kill before the end of the year as they don't roll over. I want to be gone from Chicago for my birthday (12/26) and Christmas but I need to be back by the 30th. I want to be somewhere warm (meaning I don't need a coat) but I'm not a chill at the beach person. I want to do a lot of drinking/partying/gambling but not Vegas because that is in April. It looks like I can easily talk a co-worker into this trip as well. Money isn't a concern but I also don't do fancy things so it doesn't have to be classy, its just that I can spend as much as I want/need.
Who has suggestions? Right now I'm looking at New Orleans, Austin, and all over Florida but I'm not sold on anything right now.
I'm day drinking and looking at flights. I have 6-10 days of PTO to kill before the end of the year as they don't roll over. I want to be gone from Chicago for my birthday (12/26) and Christmas but I need to be back by the 30th. I want to be somewhere warm (meaning I don't need a coat) but I'm not a chill at the beach person. I want to do a lot of drinking/partying/gambling but not Vegas because that is in April. It looks like I can easily talk a co-worker into this trip as well. Money isn't a concern but I also don't do fancy things so it doesn't have to be classy, its just that I can spend as much as I want/need.
Who has suggestions? Right now I'm looking at New Orleans, Austin, and all over Florida but I'm not sold on anything right now.
I'm day drinking and looking at flights. I have 6-10 days of PTO to kill before the end of the year as they don't roll over. I want to be gone from Chicago for my birthday (12/26) and Christmas but I need to be back by the 30th. I want to be somewhere warm (meaning I don't need a coat) but I'm not a chill at the beach person. I want to do a lot of drinking/partying/gambling but not Vegas because that is in April. It looks like I can easily talk a co-worker into this trip as well. Money isn't a concern but I also don't do fancy things so it doesn't have to be classy, its just that I can spend as much as I want/need.
Who has suggestions? Right now I'm looking at New Orleans, Austin, and all over Florida but I'm not sold on anything right now.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Yeah and hella expensive for us lowly folk aka early 20-somethings w/o much extra cash
I'll remind you of this statement at Bonnaroo when I'm ready to tap out at 2am because I'm old.
And by remind you, I will send an intermediary with the message so I don't have to speak to you directly.
Like when Ron and Hermione are not on speaking terms in I think the 4th book, so they get people to deliver each other messages for them in order to not have to speak face to face.
But spoiler alert: they make up. Their friendship prevails. Ours will too.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
I'll remind you of this statement at Bonnaroo when I'm ready to tap out at 2am because I'm old.
And by remind you, I will send an intermediary with the message so I don't have to speak to you directly.
Like when Ron and Hermione are not on speaking terms in I think the 4th book, so they get people to deliver each other messages for them in order to not have to speak face to face.
But spoiler alert: they make up. Their friendship prevails. Ours will too.