The 5th Wheel

I was a bit extraneous tonight. That shit gets old

I Feel Mad, Damnit!

Actually, this is one of my favorite vintage Sesame Street cartoons. It makes me not mad:

Of Marches and Puppets

I'm a devoted citizen of this state, yet I occasionally find myself in first-time experiences integral to this state and city that most people do before finishing high school. Such was the case last Thursday when I finally made it to Summerfest in Milwaukee.

A friend who covers music for the local paper texted me that she had an open ticket to see Bon Jovi on Thursday. I kind of scratched my head as I'm not a big fan of them despite buying "Slippery When Wet" when I was 13. But then I thought why not as it gets me out of the house and I'll find a way to enjoy it anyway. My friend bought two tickets and then was comped two press passes.

She picked up the press passes and her and another fried of her's took the press passes. She almost sold the extra ticket to some strange older guy and it's thankful she didn't as the press passes were to take photos of the event, not enter. Since I wasn't all hot to see Bon Jovi, they took the tickets and I thought about heading to downtown to hang out for a while. Then I remembered that she said the Meat Puppets were playing at 8. I had seen them last month as a +1 with my friend, so I bought the $15 general admission ticket and headed in.

The first stop was the Water Street Brewery booth and I promptly had two glasses of beer in my hand. I enjoyed walking around seeing the wares and food. The Meat Puppets were as good as they were at the Annex the month previous and crowd was really into it. I also realized my age watching all of the other aging Gen X'ers in the crowd. I also watched some of Matthew Sweet, but didn't stay for the whole thing. I tweeted on it here. I think I'll head back next year.

On Saturday I headed up to Pride in Minneapolis. On the car ride up, I caught up on all of the team drama of the last month from Stephen. I have to remember to use Priceline as Stephen got a room at the Hilton downtown for $50 a night. I think it's usually $150. We caught a little bit a Lorring Park, caught dinner with Michael, Shari and Sophie and then headed to the Eagle around 10. We didn't stay long at the Eagle as it was full of older, sweaty men and I didn't think Melissa, who I was catching up with and who would be only one of three women there, would much enjoy it. Stephen, Melissa and I caught a bar across the river whose name I forget. Then we dropped Stephen off at the Saloon and hung out for a while at Town Talk Diner. That was the first time in two or two and a half years that I'd been able to sit and talk with her, so that was great.

Sunday I marched in the parade holding one end of our banner. I'm thinking that I may be platonically gay given all of the stuff I do. So be it. We played about a half hour of rugby and even though it was touch, I managed to jam my pinky while putting the ball down. Ain't it pretty?



I caught dinner with Michael, Shari and Sophie again then headed home daydreaming all the way back.

Chattanooga

This morning at about 4 am, I was married to a Chinese woman who was getting her masters degree somewhere. We lived in Chattanooga. We talked about the auto industry next to this man-made slope. She then cooked dinner for the two of us.

Then I was in some apartment with wooden floors that had just been refinished. A party started, then I woke up.

The Astounding World of the Future!

Jesse "The Mind" Ventura

Morning Drive

So these are the songs that played on my ipod on the way to work:

- Deep Blue Day: Brian Eno
- All Dead, All Dead: Queen
- Meeting in the Aisle: Radiohead
- Suicide is Painless: Jon Mandel

Cheery shit, eh?