Tegan & Sara

Kelli and I went to see Tegan & Sara last night at the Portage Theater. It was a fantastic show, and only would have been better if they severed an alcohol of sorts. Kelli and I were of the 10% straight population in attendance. The bathrooms were really clean, which I attributed to the lesbians at the show - skewed logic for sure. However, Kelli was quick to point out (not to take cleanliness away from the lesbians) that it was probably the lack of alcohol that kept the seat free of stray pee.

Anyway, back to the show. It was really good! They are teeny, tiny little Canucks. Very cute. Sara also told a funny story about her fainting at lawn-full-of-losers this summer downtown. She says that people come up to her and say, "Aw, Canadian are so cute... fainting all the time." And she was like, "We're not cute - we're motherfucking tough!" And we are. We also wear toque's.

To the guy on the El....

To the asshole on the purple line from the Loop to Belmont... UGH. So, I won't lie, I think people who eat on the CTA are disgusting. I mean, I drink my coffee in the morning, but actually letting your hands come in contact with your mouth after being on the El? Gag. Anywho... you had some type of healthy, Jared approved 6inch subway - and good for you. However, did you need to THROW your wrapper on the ground? And then the bag and your napkin? What puzzled me was that you took the time to fold your napkin several time before you wiped your mouth. So bizarre. And when I thought your presence on my train couldn't get any worse, you started playing "music" via your Nextel. (It might not have actually been a Nextel, but it look like the ones people had in the early 2000's.) You know, I generally don't like being on the el later than seven PM.. but my job doesn't allow me that luxury. You are annoying and should be shot annoying guy on the el.

webkinz part deux

Our family has more that doubled. Meet Tek, Carlota and Pete. Not shown; Snowball and Munca.

Super Pickle

For as long as I can remember, I have had a little green friend. He has striped legs, a fuzzy nose and a cape. His name is Super Pickle. I am not one of those chicks with lots of stuffed animals from my childhood; I have three. A wrinkles somewhere packed my basement, a pig from Ikea named River Pignix, and Super Pickle. Super Pickles has come with my from Canada to Boston, and Boston to Chicago. The last few years of this life, he resided in a Hurricane glass from Pat O'Brien's in New Orleans. My friend Kelli has recently become obsessed with SP and he has become her travel companion living in her Prius and just chillaxin'.

Yesterday I decided to google Super Pickle - and holy crap... there are people that collect these little mo fo's.

http://www.inthe80s.com/toys/superpickle.shtml

You can also purchase one on eBay for $9.99. Now I want a Mr. Hot Dog. That would be sweet.