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?

You Fail!

So I'm supposed to be doing my project for class. It's due Monday and the professor said two months ago "If you haven't started it, get going." Not that it's that hard, I just don't care. The only ramification to me is if I wanted to keep going, I'd have an "F". And I'd be a bit disappointed in myself. Then again, with all of the anxiety and obsessive/compulsive thoughts at bay, I kind of don't care. This could be one of those decisions that bites me in the ass later on. I can afford that as I have very few of those. I even took high school seriously when I was there. Then again, that got me into Macalester.

Someday, I have to make it to Tórshavn. Just do.

Speaking of, I am going to make it to Saint Louis early this summer to catch the botanical gardens. Plus Saint Louis is a fun town. Extended weekend, me thinks.


Rifftrax is amazing!

I am taking time off from school this summer, maybe never to return. I'm not that challenged by it and I want to catch up on personal projects. Projects such as reading the stack of books that I've accumulated, making that damn website of articles that I like, family history, etc., and just enjoying the summer. To be honest, I like winter the best, but with rugby I have a much better reason to like Summer more.

I'm tinkering the idea of going to Disneyland this January. When I visited Michael and Shari in January 2000, I really had a blast with them and Adam going through the mostly empty park. And if I can get a good group of friends together, it would be a blast even if we were camping at Chernobyl.

I'm half-thinking of joining the Republican Party to cause trouble from the inside. Why preach to the converted?

Ah, that's all I have to say, but it's more than I've said on here in a while.

P.S. I think I may have broken a rib. Still playing this weekend, though.

P.P.S or P.S.S. Um, I forgot.

Bells

So last night in my dream, I got married... to a guy. I was happy and all, but not interesting in consumating it. I also was in some sociology class and was carrying my tv with me.

So be it.