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Posting from Allison's boyfriend's sweet house in Milwaukee... It has been overcast and warm all day. After the game last night, we walked back to Camp Kickass. Stopped at Dunkin Donuts on the way, figuring that since we'd walked about six miles that afternoon, a donut was in order. We hung out for a few minutes, then got in the rental car and headed north. It took about ninety minutes to reach Milwaukee. Allison was still up, though tired, and showed us directly to our futon in the guest room. I was awakened in the night by some thunder and rain lashing the windows, and then by the nearby whistle of a passing freight train. Oh and as for the baseball game. The tickets and receipt claimed a 7:05 start time, but ESPN moved the game back to 6pm instead. So we missed the first two innings, which worked out because it made getting to our seats easier. Before the game, Brian and I walked to Claire's and hung out in her bachelorette pad enjoying a beer and some snacks. We were in the upper deck along the first base line. The place was packed with people. I looked for other Giants fans, they were easy to spot in cream and black jerseys. I was there with my three Chicago pals, who naturally were cheering for the Cubs (though they are all really Tigers fans). Claire and I rooted against the Cubs. Brian was neutral. I spose it was a good game -- I expected the Giants to be blown out, but they actually managed to get the lead for a couple innings, an amazing feat. I was particularly glad that Bonds did not start, which I am sure irritated all of the home team's fans. Ha ha. He hasn't been productive anyway, no real loss. From where we were sitting, I could easily spy on my local Giants broadcasters in the booth. I love those dudes. I got a hot dog and was pleased to find that it was grilled, not steamed. It was good too, though I am still not a fan of the neon green relish. And no I did not put ketchup on it. What do I look like some kind of animal? Showing true class, the Cubs fans in the bleachers decided to celebrate their late rally by throwing trash all over the field. Nuff said. And that's what happened the last time I watched a Cubs game, when their manager went apeshit after a play at third base and got ejected. Anyway, the Giants lost. If I have anything positive to say about the Cubs or their fans, it was that (in my section) people were very spirited and paying close attention to each pitch and going bonkers even when a Giant hit a foul ball. I felt like it was kind of over the top though, especially when the crowd went wild for a routine fly ball hit by one of their batters. No you guys, it's not a home run, it's an out. But it would be cool if Giants fans would treat every game like it was a playoff game, you know? Maybe our fans have gotten too used to winning and don't know what to do with a loser team on the field, and Cubs fans are so used to losing and futility that every base hit is like a grand slam to win the World Series. Which is kind of pitiful, really. We hung around after the game and watched the grounds crew. By the time we left, the streets were still full of drunk douchebags, as expected. The five of us headed west, straight down Addison to Lincoln, and by then we were alone. Anyway. On a quiet shady street in Bayview, Milwaukee. We had all-you-can-eat Middle Eastern buffet for lunch, which was amazing, then headed to the food co-op to get coffee. We will start back toward Chicago in the next few hours and try to lay low the rest of the night so we can get up super early to make our trek to the airport and home. Tags: baseball, chicago, milwaukee, travel
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My next research project is to find the names of common house plants. My favorite ones so far happen to be for two plants I actually own: monstera delicioso, and the spider plant. Today I didn't do much except write. The sun won't come out here. I looked over my shoulder every once in awhile to see if the gray had cleared, and it never wavered once. I watched the end of the Giants game, as they beat the hapless Cubs in Chicago. I gotta say, I do still love Chicago. I think my little crush on Seattle has really waned. Every time I visit, I love it again, but then after a few weeks, I can see all the cons clearly again. I just want to figure out what we are going to do. In the afternoon, we went out to coffee, though for me that meant tea. I got text messages from Whitney at the Spoon show up in Seattle, taunting me. Pfft. Later found out via josh's flickr that David Cross, one of my favorite people, dropped his pants on stage during their set. This pleased me immensely. Anyway, we walked home after a short trip to the inexpensive produce market. At our front door was a tiny, dying sparrow. I hoped that it was just disoriented, and put it into a shoebox to perhaps regain its bearings in the warmth and safety of our bathroom. But in a few minutes, it had died. Poor little bird. The cats were extremely curious, but we never let them see it. I put its body outside under a lemon tree. Tags: baseball, book, chicago, spoon
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So today I got my period, which I found slightly upsetting, since I had just wasted a test. Oh well. Afterward I went outside to clean out the car. I threw away a whole bunch of empty water and gatorade bottles. Actually I recycled them, but anyway. I was in a mood, and loafed around hating our apartment, as I often do on the weekends. We were awakened around 7am as usual by our cunt upstairs landlady who turns on the radio directly beneath our bedroom in the garage, and blasts "lite rock" for hours. So loud that it sounds like it's right in the next room, because it kind of is. Before we left for Target around 11am, I let her know that we could hear the radio this morning in our bedroom, and she of course passive aggressively said "you said it didn't bother you." Yeah, a year ago when the radio was under the living room instead. Target was good, and the sun was shining. Went home and did some writing after lunch, then I was watching the Giants game and feeling frustrated, looking at much cheaper east bay apartments on craigslist. Brian and I started fantasizing about moving into a real house, with a backyard and everything. Then we realized it just wouldn't be smart to move, unless we had decided to stay in the bay area for another five years (then we would have already moved). We plan to go to Chicago in a year at the earliest, so two moves would make no sense. So we have to stick out our loud, cheapskate, bitch landlady. It's almost made worse by the fact that our friend next door, a sweet older lady named Trixie, leases her downstairs unit to a couple guys and she is quite possibly the best landlady on earth. Never raises the rent, takes good care of the place, cooks for them! UGH. And we are stuck with Miss Tightwad. Anyway, I realized we won't be moving, so we can instead make the best of it. We can decorate the place nicer, get rid of the clutter, rearrange some of the rooms a bit. I may move my desk into the dining room (we are getting rid of the used-twice dining table -- it's crappy anyway and we weren't going to take it to Chicago) and have a little office in there so that half of the second bedroom/office can accomodate a crib someday. I was very productive after that, throwing away things, moving plants around, making a big pile for a garage sale next weekend. Then I took a long walk. After that Brian and I went out to Thai food with Pei-Lynn. It was fun. We went to Chow after dinner for a little dessert and cappucino. Just got home and washed up, and I think I need to sleep. Tags: chicago, conception, food
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