Sunday, February 19, 2006

Don't give me Heinekin, I WANT PBR!

Its pretty damn cold and my throat feels like someone rototilled it bit and then sprinkled dirt all over the severed skin. I've fallen victim to the plague and its beginning to feel like whooping cough. We had a birthday dinner for Annie on Saturday and everyone was in good spirits. We made a nice lasagna with soy crumbles that even tricked the meat eaters. We had some sideshow wine and even had a double layer chocolate cake which was a bit of belly buster by that point.

nothing like a few dancing giraffes


After dinner Yishai,Rudy, and Fask showed up for some coffeetalk and bishai broke out his new song "In my own way" and wowed the captive audience. High marks for spectacular finger picking/vocal harmonies. Rudy told us about how he had to push his grandma and great uncle around the autoshow all night. That doesn't seem to be too daunting of a task but it turns out the autoshow is pretty terrible place for wheelchair accessibility what with all the fake terrain scenes for the all-terrain vehicles. Lets just say he was happy to be sipping a few cold sodas in his cast-iron chair from margies in our living room. After this we went to Rainbo where we met up with Nick and Kaitlin. Rainbo was on fire with Owen and members from Make Believe and Euphone. Bobby from Make Believe was telling me about the time he and 20 other people were recording with guys from Red Crayola in the studio one door down from Rainbo. He said it didn't make the album but the simple fact that there were 20 imputs for one song was enough to make me go cross eyed. He said that Mayo(lead singer from Red Crayola) kept them up til 7 in the morning with war stories from the road to rock and roll. The one thread that kept this story together was the fact that we played with Red Crayola and Make believe at the bottle ages ago. Rainbo had its standard saturday night mind melt album on which starts comprehendable but turns into static/feedback/robot meltdown. What a concept bar! You don't really care near the end cause your so lit on PBR pints. I felt like Dennis Hopper from Blue Velvet everytime someone asked me if I want something besides PBR. "What the hell is this Heinken, WE DRINK PBR!." After leaving we managed to catch a taxi within seconds which was good cause all our respected genitalia were freezing up quickly. I talked to the cabbie and he said he was from Afghanistan and he was here 6 months a year and over there 6 months a year. I asked him if he was still in love with his wife who was over there and he proclaimed of course he was, he had to be, they were married. Such sanctity in his speech. He told me chicago is nice if you have money but if you don't than its not so nice which made sense in my spoiled mind in theory but I don't think I can actually grasp the concept fully. After we got home we gorged on the remaining lasagna and cake and called it a night. Great seeing ol' be shy and all and all a great night on the town.

The biird flying high tonight at Martyrs. I'm going to tape the wounds from the weekend just enough to get to the show and back and then retire this weekend to the vault.

3 Comments:

Blogger Will said...

I should go out more - sounds fun.

11:02 AM  
Blogger Bishai said...

ATTN: Internet. Schneider has and always will be the best at throwing parties. Besides the great grub, there were vaguely anatomically correct Giraffe abounding. What more could you want? Great night.

12:55 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

sounds like fun. soy crumbles? never heard of 'em. OH and what the crap is with bishai changing his page and not notifying us ALL?

7:59 AM  

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